Amelia laughs at the thought of that huge dog of Kevin's - she's met Mimsy - with a bright pink bow on her head. The dog adores Kevin and that's what's important, but she does look dangerous.

"I don't blame you for leavin'." Miss Amelia looks up and smiles, seeing Kevin come over and sit on the couch next to Kitty. "Dinner cookin'?"

"Along with both apple crumble and some sort of peach concoction that Jacob's makin'."

"Concoction!" The indignant yelp gets a completely shit-eating grin from Kevin. Who promptly gets thumped on the leg with the cane.

He grumbles, rubbing his leg.

"You stop baitin' 'im." Miss Amelia chides. "Now, your lady here was tellin' me about the weddin'. Where'd you go on your honeymoon?"