[ By that time she's honestly assumed he turned chicken and ran off, like the jerk he clearly is. It's given her time to stew in her displeasure, but also to cool off somewhat.
At the knock, she expects Elizabeth, so her voice is somewhat more amiable and welcoming than it was over the journal, as she looks up from where she's seated, munching on apple slices. ]
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At the knock, she expects Elizabeth, so her voice is somewhat more amiable and welcoming than it was over the journal, as she looks up from where she's seated, munching on apple slices. ]
Enter.