She smiled right back as she stepped inside, a quick little twist of her lip that spoke of distraction. Folding her rather useless parasol, she leaned it against the doorframe and looked him up and down. A good man, a kind man. A worthy man, who deserved better than she could give him. His warm words and the smile that masked his unease at the weather spoke volumes.

Setting down the basket, she stepped in close and gave him a long, lingering hug. Contact would help. It might make this less hard, anyway.

"Hello dearest. I thought I'd make some food, and I made too much. And I know how much you like my cooking."

Pulling back, she nodded again, more steady and certain.

"And I thought I'd come by to talk. There's been some things on my mind. I'm not interrupting you, am I?"