[Sitting down means no restless shifting, no trying to figure out what to do with her hands or her feet and deciding that her feet would be best carrying her to him, and her hands pressing to his midsection like she'd wanted to in the greenhouse.

Asil does not sit across from her, or next to her, but stays where he is. She wonders if he is still having as hard a time with this as she is. At least here where their tea steeps and her scones bake, the scent of their mutual desire for one another is somewhat obscured. It makes it easier for her to breathe and think and interact with him at this short distance.]

I'm sure she that Kara would still appreciate knowing she has a place here if she needs it. If you have no other use for it, in any case.

[Eun's gaze slips to the doors and the greenhouse beyond.]

I admit I'm envious of your attached hothouse. I think between this kitchen and your roses I'd have a hard time deciding where I wanted to eat my breakfast every morning, if my cabin were like yours. Is Kara proud of the work she's done?

[And does he know that Eun is imagining him striding over to her and kissing her against the kitchen counter?]