“Well, seat yerself then, lass,” Rory said lightly. “Mavis packed this basket full. She sent some lovely pastries, some fruit, some cheese, some boiled eggs and even some meat.” “Goodness, she must have thought she was feeding an army,” Jetta said, settling on the plaid and watching wide-eyed as Rory began pulling out the offerings. Turning to grin at Aulay then, she added mischievously, “That or two Buchanan brothers.”
