"Oh, right, my mistake," I say cheerfully.

"Go ahead and share them with the others," I add to Elizabeth, giving her back a brief pat before she runs off to share her bounty. It's still awhile to dinner, and I know for a fact those biscuits aren't good enough for the kids to gorge themselves on. Not when Greta's dinners, and subsequent desserts, are much better.

"How are you doing, Greta?" I ask now that Elizabeth's gone. "Thank you for helping cover for Simon and I the past few days, by the way."