Chapter 210 Doesn't Sound Like a Ramshorn Local

After Kieran agreed, Daphne's smile widened. She took Cressida's hand and reached for his as well, trying to bring the two young people closer together. "Cressie, since he came all this way to visit me, you'd better make a few of your best dishes," she said. "Grandma, he can go to a restaurant if he wants to eat something," Cressida said, withdrawing her hand and unwilling to appear too close to Kieran in front of her grandmother. "You…" Daphne gave her a chiding look, then turned to Kieran. "Don't mind her. That's just how she is." He just smiled and said, "It's fine, Ms. Sheppard. I'm not a picky eater." The three were chatting when another figure appeared nearby. Tristan strode over, carrying several gift boxes that clearly weren't cheap, his long legs covering the distance in just a few steps. He glanced at the trio, his gaze finally settling on the ordinary fruit basket Kieran was holding. "Ms. Sheppard," Tristan greeted Daphne first, then handed the items to Cressida. "I b