"Oh, um..o-okay," Audrey muttered awkwardly, her shyness coming out clearly then. She was brought up to use such formalities, especially to her elders, so, naturally, it made her a little hesitant. But, not wishing to offend, Audrey would try to acquiesce her request.
Audrey looked down in attempt to spare Percy from some of the embarrassed his mother’s otherwise harmless comment caused. It wasn’t anything new to her, Percy had already told her that he didn’t have many friends—a thing they had in common—, but she could tell it bothered him. Molly answered her then, and Audrey raised her gaze to the older woman. “Yes,” she agreed quietly, trying not to think how awful it would’ve been if he had not woken up. Thankfully, Molly seemed keen to put subject to rest and began to usher them further into the house.
However, her comment made Audrey bite her lip. She had picked this time, in between lunch and dinner, so there wouldn’t be unnecessary niceties or obligations, but apparently her planning had been futile.
Moving to follow Percy stopped her with a protest to her earlier comment and soon had Audrey blushing a light pink. “Over-embellishment,” she repeated insistently, but returned his smile all the same, and walked after Molly, taking in the atmosphere as she went.
Which included the heavenly smell that just about overwhelmed Audrey’s senses taking in its aroma. When Percy had mentioned Molly was a good cook he wasn’t kidding, and even though she felt kinda guilty for causing her to think that she had to cook for her, she hoped to try whatever smelled so good.
"Um, where do you think I should put the scones?" she asked Percy as they entered the dining room. "Or should I ask?"
Percy met Audrey’s gaze, sensing her discomfort. As Molly walked into the dining room, Percy offered Audrey a small smile. “Don’t worry. Mum goes overboard for everyone. She can’t help it. She doesn’t know how to cook a small meal, even. Every meal is a production in this house.” He said, with a slight chuckle. “It sure does keep things interesting. And I didn’t over-embellish anything.” He argued.
As they headed into the dining room, Percy took in the scent of his mother’s cooking. He didn’t think there was any better scent. He glanced at Audrey upon hearing her question. “Just set them on the table.” He said. “Uh, Mum? Audrey was kind enough to bring some scones.” Percy said.
Molly turned from her position setting the table and looked at Audrey. “Oh! How sweet!” She said, cheerfully. “I can’t wait to try them. I just hope you didn’t go to any trouble on our account.” She told her. Percy rolled his eyes. His mother was something else.
"Mum, why don’t you let me finish setting the table, and you go finish dinner?" He offered. "Oh, thank you, dear. It won’t be long." Molly said, with a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Percy continued setting the table. His family sure was…intense at times, but he didn’t know where he’d be without them. “Sorry about that.” He mumbled.