Ed reappears within five minutes, with a tray, a frame he set aside and a smile that was possibly as much nerves as actual happiness. "Tea, toast, Olga's homemade peach jam, butter, real butter, not that margarine poison, and a boiled egg." He knocks the trays legs down to set it over Oswald's lap area.

There's also a small velvet box. In dark green, of course. Inside are three brilliantly cut amethysts, one large, two smaller, ready to be set in whatever jewellery takes Oswald's fancy.