Saoirse's napkin hunt gives Greta enough time to pull out the potatoes and set them on the stovetop to cool down a little. The vegetables still need a few minutes, but that's all right; they should come out last, anyway.

Since she now has a few minutes to spare, she leans her hip against the counter and watches Thomas and Saoirse assemble the napkin swan. Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised -- he does like making things, and he's clearly clever with his hands (an observation she deliberately refuses to consider in any kind of depth). But more notable is the care he takes to explain it to Saoirse, and to include her in the whole process.

"Very nice," she says approvingly once the swan is complete, giving Thomas's arm a light, grateful touch before turning back to the stove.

While Thomas carves the roast, Greta, with a little help from Saoirse, gets the sides transferred into serving dishes and set on the table. "What would everyone like to drink?" she asks. "I do have some wine, Thomas, if you're interested. Though you," she adds, playfully arching an eyebrow at Saoirse, "will have to pick something else. Milk or juice?"