a small plate. “I imagine our place settings are unfamiliar to you.”
“Nay. Marjorie took me to a restaurant my first full day here, and she taught me how everything is used. I’ve had several meals since.” She buttered her piece of bread and took a taste. “Mmm.” ’Twas so fine and savory, she wanted to stuff the entire thing into her mouth at once. ’Twould be impolite for certes. She chewed and swallowed. “Truly, ’tis the very best bread I have ever tasted in my entire life,” she gushed.
“I like her,” Lindsay said with a laugh. “Let’s keep her.”
“You haven’t heard her story yet,” Struan said.
His sympathetic gaze met and held hers, and her pulse quickened. “Let us no’ speak of it now. No’ whilst we have such a wonderful feast laid out before us.”
“That’s right,” Ethan agreed. “She hasn’t even tasted the lasagna yet.”
Michael placed a serving of lasagna upon her plate. Sky inhaled the wonderful scent and cut a piece with the edge of her fork. “It smells so good.” She looked up to find she once again had an audience. Their faces were so expectant she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I made it as unsalted as I possibly could. I remember how it was for Struan when he first arrived.”
Sky took a taste, and delicious flavors burst in her mouth. “Mmm, mmm.” Her eyes went wide. Never had she tasted anything so divine. “You are truly gifted, Lindsay,” she muttered, taking another bite. “You must teach me how to make this, so that when I return to my home, I can share it with my kin.”
“I don’t think you have the tomatoes to make the sauce.”
“Och, can I no’ bring seeds back with me?” She peered around the table. “My cousin’s wife brought us apple seeds from your era, and she taught us how to improve our orchards by grafting.”
That prompted a lively discussion about changing history and the like, and Sky only half listened. She gobbled her meal until she could hold no more. Och, would they think her a glutton? Her cheeks heating, she stacked her dishes and pushed them away. The men got up and began to clear the table.
“Michael, I’ll finish clearing the table and load the dishwasher,” Struan said. “Go get your laptop so we can find Connor McGladrey for Sky.”
“OK,” Michael said, setting his pile of dishes on the counter.
Michael left, and Gene turned to her. “Go ahead and tell the others your story while Struan and I clean up. I know they’re eager to hear the tale.”
“If it pleases you,” she said, gauging the interest of those remaining at the table.
“We’re dying to hear what happened,” Lindsay assured her.
“All right then.” Sky took a sip of her wine before sharing her tale of woe.
Michael slipped back into the room before she’d finished, and he carried a slender rectangular object in his hands. Sky’s curiosity piqued, she rushed through the rest of the story, ending with how she’d landed in a fresh pile of dung in the midst of Struan’s jousting match. Anticipation sent her heart racing. “That is the laptop?”
“Yep.” He slid back into his place beside her and opened the laptop to reveal rows of letters, numbers and unfamiliar symbols. He touched one, and the thing chimed and came to life.
“What does this laptop do?”
“Well . . . that’s not an easy question to answer.” Michael frowned. “Right now we’re going to do a Google search.” He glanced at her. “What can you tell me about the McGladreys?”
“They live in the realm of Minnesota in a place with a name that has to do with apples.” She straightened, pleased that she remembered so much. “Connor McGladrey owns what my cousin Robley called a fencing club there. They teach swordplay.”
Gene and Marjorie came to stand behind her. Marjorie laid a hand on Sky’s shoulder for a moment. “We’re going outside to the patio for a bit. Carol, Ethan and the baby are heading home. Lindsay, do you want to join us
“Nay. Marjorie took me to a restaurant my first full day here, and she taught me how everything is used. I’ve had several meals since.” She buttered her piece of bread and took a taste. “Mmm.” ’Twas so fine and savory, she wanted to stuff the entire thing into her mouth at once. ’Twould be impolite for certes. She chewed and swallowed. “Truly, ’tis the very best bread I have ever tasted in my entire life,” she gushed.
“I like her,” Lindsay said with a laugh. “Let’s keep her.”
“You haven’t heard her story yet,” Struan said.
His sympathetic gaze met and held hers, and her pulse quickened. “Let us no’ speak of it now. No’ whilst we have such a wonderful feast laid out before us.”
“That’s right,” Ethan agreed. “She hasn’t even tasted the lasagna yet.”
Michael placed a serving of lasagna upon her plate. Sky inhaled the wonderful scent and cut a piece with the edge of her fork. “It smells so good.” She looked up to find she once again had an audience. Their faces were so expectant she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I made it as unsalted as I possibly could. I remember how it was for Struan when he first arrived.”
Sky took a taste, and delicious flavors burst in her mouth. “Mmm, mmm.” Her eyes went wide. Never had she tasted anything so divine. “You are truly gifted, Lindsay,” she muttered, taking another bite. “You must teach me how to make this, so that when I return to my home, I can share it with my kin.”
“I don’t think you have the tomatoes to make the sauce.”
“Och, can I no’ bring seeds back with me?” She peered around the table. “My cousin’s wife brought us apple seeds from your era, and she taught us how to improve our orchards by grafting.”
That prompted a lively discussion about changing history and the like, and Sky only half listened. She gobbled her meal until she could hold no more. Och, would they think her a glutton? Her cheeks heating, she stacked her dishes and pushed them away. The men got up and began to clear the table.
“Michael, I’ll finish clearing the table and load the dishwasher,” Struan said. “Go get your laptop so we can find Connor McGladrey for Sky.”
“OK,” Michael said, setting his pile of dishes on the counter.
Michael left, and Gene turned to her. “Go ahead and tell the others your story while Struan and I clean up. I know they’re eager to hear the tale.”
“If it pleases you,” she said, gauging the interest of those remaining at the table.
“We’re dying to hear what happened,” Lindsay assured her.
“All right then.” Sky took a sip of her wine before sharing her tale of woe.
Michael slipped back into the room before she’d finished, and he carried a slender rectangular object in his hands. Sky’s curiosity piqued, she rushed through the rest of the story, ending with how she’d landed in a fresh pile of dung in the midst of Struan’s jousting match. Anticipation sent her heart racing. “That is the laptop?”
“Yep.” He slid back into his place beside her and opened the laptop to reveal rows of letters, numbers and unfamiliar symbols. He touched one, and the thing chimed and came to life.
“What does this laptop do?”
“Well . . . that’s not an easy question to answer.” Michael frowned. “Right now we’re going to do a Google search.” He glanced at her. “What can you tell me about the McGladreys?”
“They live in the realm of Minnesota in a place with a name that has to do with apples.” She straightened, pleased that she remembered so much. “Connor McGladrey owns what my cousin Robley called a fencing club there. They teach swordplay.”
Gene and Marjorie came to stand behind her. Marjorie laid a hand on Sky’s shoulder for a moment. “We’re going outside to the patio for a bit. Carol, Ethan and the baby are heading home. Lindsay, do you want to join us
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