It had been a busy day for Frederic, so when he finally heard the door shut behind a particularly picky customer, he breathed a sigh of relief and rolled back under an old grandfather clock that had the bottom pressure springs broken. Clover sat beside him, playing with another wind-up toy and handing his father whatever tools he needed. The door opened again and the bell above it gave its usual chime, and Fred was about to call out that he'd be with the person in just a moment when he heard a familiar voice say, "Hello, Fred." His heart gave a leap and he immediately rolled out from underneath the clock, almost scratching his face on a loose cog in the process. It was, in fact, Karen Calloway, and he couldn't help but smile at her standing right there in front of him, looking just as lovely as she had the last time he'd seen her. 

"I thought I would bring ye some dinner. I know ye have been busy."

Frederic's smile grew as he gratefully took the shepherd's pie- little did she know, he and Clover had been going to have oatmeal for dinner for the third time that week because Fred hadn't the time to cook anything, so this was a treat more generous than she knew. "Karen! It is so good to see you again," he said, completely earnest in his words, for in fact, he hadn't been able to get her off his mind for the last few days. "How are Harold Jr. and Niahm?" Still sitting on the floor, Clover waved up at Karen but was too invested in his playtime to properly say hello for the time being.