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Amelia smiles warmly at Faye, glad she was able to get through to her, "There's nothing wrong with your feelings dear, you just haven't figured things out for yourself is all. I guess in that regard you two are alike; anyways, if you're not really sure how you feel, then maybe the best thing for you is to spend time away from Isaac, maybe then he'll realize how much he cherishes you. Well, I've got to finish making the food, we don't need Isaac burning anything else." She closes the door again and makes her way back to the kitchen. "Honestly, why would I be interested in an old phogey like Isaac. Though I did learn something new, I never knew he had a little sister. He probably knew my eldest was going to be a girl, that fool locking himself away like that, no wonder he was always miserable."

Isaac has finished the salad by the time she's returned along with having stuffed the chicken. Inching away from Amelia when she comes over to see how well he's done.

"What's the matter with you, you're acting like I've got the plague..." He doesn't respond, but still keeps his distance. "You don't want to get yelled at again, do you. Alright, fine, run off somewhere and let me finish this, then I'll head up to my room. As useless as ever." Relieved that he doesn't need to stay he leaves the kitchen, wondering around the house until he reaches the patio that looks over the garden.

Laying down on the couch he watches the sun as it begins to fall lower in the sky, the sun finally taking its toll on him. Eventually he nods off, not being much of a day person to begin with.