“Thank you for having us,” I tell Olga with a smile. I reach forward and hand her a basket of beans that we ran home to pick.
“You didn’t need to bring this,” she tells me, attempting to waive them off, but I push them forward again.
“They are the ones she grew with the seeds you gave her,” Anders explains and she smiles, taking them from me finally.
She sits them on the table and hugs me tightly. “They look lovely, Eleanor. You did a great job.”
“Anders helped a bit when he came back,” I tell her, but she looks at me like she knows I did the hard work.
I reach out and take Mani from Anders as he wanders off outside with Hvitserk, no doubt playing with swords again.
“I have heard your husband is quite the fighter,” Olga tells me, reaching out to gently rub Mani’s cheek. “Hvitse
