Thomas pours the rice into a serving bowl and sets it on the table, followed shortly by the chicken curry in another bowl. He stares at everything for a moment, then recalls he has naan bread that needs warming. A quick turn in the microwave sees to that. He looks up when Saoirse appears with the dogs in tow.

"There will be a lovely picnic or party or something," he says to Saoirse, as if he might need to hype the idea of Greta not being in the finals. There is some part of him that is sinking into the relief of it all. No more stressed out Greta, no more kitchen in disarray with a quietly distressed baker on the floor in the middle of it all. She's done admirably, and he's proud of her, but he has to admit... it'll be nice to get back to normal.