It is not hard to conjure a gentle memory. A night in the kitchen, laughing as Melly pulled a dish out of the oven, carrots scorched nearly black. She never did manage to cook vegetables right, somehow. Turnips, pumpkins, beans…she managed to mangle them all somehow. But she made up for it with the roast ham, the chicken and her willingness to try again.

It was silly, that this is where his head went, first.