Food shopping was not the same as part shopping. One wasn't better than the other - just different. There were so many smells and associations with food that one didn't get with parts. But on the other hand, she was more familiar and interested in parts that she was with food. Still, Estella had no trouble keeping up and enjoying herself as they hunted for fresh supplies.

In some aspects, she was fairly good at picking produce, eggs and the lot as she had done a lot of that when she had been home. But Estella didn't push forward, letting Rebeka take the lead on this. She had no problems helping but wasn't the type to overstep or push in on what someone else was doing.

The question about her preferences surprised her. It really shouldn't have. From her engagements with the Americans, Estella had seen they were nice, friendly, and seemed to care about other people - including hers - opinions. Still, she wasn't going to take advantage of it. She did her best to follow Kosher as best she could though she wasn't perfect on it. It was very difficult and near impossible at times. Though, she did avoid any and all foods that was strictly forbidden. Her family would probably be ashamed of her - well they already disowned her - but she still tried to live as best she could to some of the traditions of her childhood. 

That said, she didn't impose on others nor want to make herself a burden.

"I'm fine. I don't eat certain foods like pork or have milk and meat in the same meal but you shouldn't concern yourself with me." She gave a smile. "But I do appreciate it." And she did. But she wasn't going to make anyone else's life more difficult.

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The maid that answered the door, glanced them over. Seeming to accept that they weren't vagabonds, she was still a bit firm as she inquired as to their business.

"We'd like to see Mr. Smith if he's available." Roger gave the woman a polite smile.

The maid gave them another look. "And who be you two?" She asked.

Roger let Bea introduce them, seeing as she had more connection with the man than he. Despite the fact she hadn't met him, her father had known him so hopefully, that would get them in the door.

The maid frowned slightly and gave Bea another glance. "Beatrix Brown? You're Edwin's little girl." Her stern demeanor changed almost instantly. She engulfed the girl in a hug before pulling back. "We were rightfully heartbroken about your father. He was such a good man. Such a shame." She stepped aside, letting them in.

"Let me get you some tea. Doctor Smith isn't in at the moment but he should be back very shortly." She ushered them into the study. "Be just a moment." With a flash, she was gone leaving the two alone for a second.

"Well, this is good." Roger gave Bea a smile. They remembered her father and seemed to have warm feelings so they would be inclined to help. He was glad that they came out this way.

"Here we are." The maid came back out and poured them some tea. "My you've grown a lot since I've seen you. You were but a wee lass, not even to my knee." It was obvious the maid knew Bea though if the two had met it had been a very long time ago.