[After a minute, when he doesn't reach for her, she subtly turns her hand over and curls the fingers in, surreptitious and nonchalant. It's a little awkward to leave it there, near him, but worse still to have to pull it back, so she focuses instead on eating her pancakes one-handed as well.]

What a shame we sinned all through Sunday, instead of allowing him to go to church.

[Because she sounds so penitent about that, oh, yes.]

Well, perhaps they will forgive him a belated visit. Should we all go, or just drop him off while you and I go back to the forest?