"Yes, there is!" She got it from the fridge, where it was contained tightly in a bowl so the vegetables wouldn't wither. It had lots of lettuce and spinach, some sliced tomatoes and carrots, and these green things that Dima called cucumbers. She didn't think they were, at least they didn't taste like that where she came from. Still, it tasted very nice, so she couldn't complain. She brought the salad and four of the still-hot cookies out to the patio table, setting them both down. 

Easing herself into a chair, she looked out at the sea and inhaled. The scent of the sea gave her peace. This, with Dimitri, was home, but something in her always felt uneasy. There wasn't a name for it that she knew. Briefly, she wondered if Dimitri would notice her makeup and jewelry, and make a question of it. But she dismissed the thought quickly. He'd never notice. He never did.

Putting plates on the table and filling them halfway with salad, she put a bottle of dressing and the four cookies down. With a faint sigh, pleased sigh, she watched Dima finish up the lamb.