In the Kitchen

Joren began to wash up, and heard the lady's answer, albeit slightly late. He began to ask another question, but arms wrapped around him squeezing the air out of his body.

"Urm, it's fine," He wheezed, while smiling slightly, "I hope you enjoy it..." The arms left him as soon as they appeared and he could hear the clatter of cutlery against the plate, as if the woman, Lucy, was attacking the omelette. He could hear her grunts of appreciation inbetween her mouthfuls, but it still meant a lot to him. He smiled and continued to wash up. When she finished, Joren turned as she said,

"I dont believe I ever got your name."

"It's Joren," He bowed, "and I am very glad you enjoyed your meal."