Yes, he was quite the helper, wasn't he? Kathryn slipped the buttons of the jacket into place, then turned to kiss him -- a gentle, but somehow determined kiss, as if it alone could keep the day at bay.
"Nothing so important as taxes, I assure you," she answered with a particular sparkle in her eye. "Taxes, policy, law -- important things like that are a man's duty. I'm only responsible for small things that can be entrusted to a woman -- overseeing the household, menu-planning, foreign relations..." She rolled her eyes a little bit skyward. Connlaoth had some peculiar ideas...
"And dealing with my sister, of course. But I'll come back just before dinner. And I'll request they bring up some tarts for you, if you like."