Emma chuckled and shook her head. “If I knew the answer, I would tell you. But I think that’s something that everyone has the problem that no one has the answer to.”
Peter looked up and couldn’t but smile. “Miss Emma.” he said, nodding. “Apologies for the mess. My pack unfortunately has a few teenagers who can’t clean after themselves if I’m not here to get onto them, it seems.” He shook his head as he moved, sighing a little. “Can I get you something to drink?”
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