"...the pudding, I think," she said, after a brief pause to think on it. "Thank you."

It was probably for the best that at least one of Ryder's parents had a good grasp of cooking. Raine glanced back toward the turtle under the table. He'd been quiet, and that wasn't always the best of signs with curious children, but for the moment he still seemed content enough to watch them.

She'd tell him he'd been right later.