The dinner went quietly and smoothly. And though Evangeline didn't have any will to do it, she still needed to say it out of politeness. She still had manners after all.
"Let me wash the dishes," she said, voice flat.
Eric paused from clearing the plates on the table. He briefly glanced at Evangeline, who was sitting with crossing arms and legs before he resumed cleaning the clatters and dump the plates in the sink.
"No need. You're my guest. Feel free to make yourself at home." The reason, he was worried that she would break his small reserved plates.
But he still indulged her nonetheless. "Why don't you make tea instead?"
He placed a teapot, which already contained hot water in it, and prepared the cups as well as condiments and a box of sachet bags of tea.
With this, I'm sure she won't be able to break things . . .
. . . I hope.
Evangeline beamed. "Alright."
Eric secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she, with grace and poise, started to prepare the tea.
