Brigid didn't mind the dopey grin because the one on her own face, she knew, was probably very much the same, and was now coupled with warmth on her cheeks. She'd never quite gotten the knack of accepting compliments, and never knew what to say to them. By product, she supposed, of being a bit of a late bloomer in the wake of very beautiful older sisters. "If th'temperate weather holds, maybe we can walk a bit after dinner? Settle our food a bit?"