To be honest, I'm not really sure what I think about this chapter. But hope y'all like it and totally open to feedback! Blessings, A. R. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Smalls quickly finished setting the table as Gort came in, a tray of delicious smelling food in his hands.      “Here, sire; let me finish setting this up!” He exclaimed, moving the cutlery ever so slightly and wiping the plates with a clean towel. Smalls chuckled and let the chef do his work. He watched the cook set the hot tomato soup, thick slices of hot bread, and some cheese onto the table. Smalls smiled and nodded his thanks to the chef as he waddled out the door. Smalls looked at the quant set-up and sighed, wanting the evening to go well.      “Am I early?” A voice asked. Smalls looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. Heather. She had freshened up a bit when she finished work and smiled at him. She still wore her work uniform but looked stunning. Smalls smiled. “Not at all!” She entered the room and looked at the feast. “It smells delicious!” She exclaimed, looking at the soup. “Then why don’t we try it?” He suggested, pulling back her chair. She sat down, thanked him, and began to pour the tea into their mugs as he found his own seat.      “How was your day?” Smalls asked as ladled the soup into the bowls. Heather smiled. “It was alright. Mother has been helping out and it’s been such a blessing. Everything is running smoothly, and most of the bucks have been released.” Smalls smiled. “That’s good! Is the work load lighter now that there isn’t so many patients?” Heather shrugged. “Sort of. I still have to step in and help with surgeries or change wraps or even re-do stitches, but its definitely easier.” Smalls smiled. “That’s great, Heather. I’m glad it’s getting easier.” She smiled.      “Me too. But what about you? How was your day?” He grinned. “Well, I had some help with organizing all the reports.” Heather gave him a look as she surveyed the table. It dawned on her. “There’s no papers!” She exclaimed, looking around the room. Smalls chuckled. “Yes! Jacks was telling me he wanted something to do, so I asked if he wanted to help me with organizing the reports I keep getting. Now I know where supplies, population, and projects are stored.”      Heather smiled. “What project do you want to start first?” Smalls took a sip of tea. “I’m thinking we should house everyone first. Many rabbits are in tents, or even sleeping outside as it is  so I think maybe we can add on to the hospitals and the palace and create sort of apartments for them until we can get houses underway.” Heather smiled. “It sounds like a great idea, Smalls. But what about the palace then? And the New City?” Smalls smiled. “Well, Hewyard and I chose a location, and lord Blackstar is inspecting it again tomorrow before we start planning it out.” Heather smiled, her eyes bright.      “This is quite the dinner! All this news makes it feel like a party!” Smalls chuckled. “We will have a party for certain… all will gather on the anniversary of our victory, and we all will remember and celebrate the coming of the Mending.” Heather smiled and raised her mug. “The Mended Wood.” Smalls tapped his mug against here, echoing her toast.      They finished dinner, chatting about nearly everything. The building plans, ideas for the True Blue situation, even starting a school. However, the evening was drawing to a close, and Heather kept blinking. “I’m sorry, I feel so tired!” She apologized, rubbing her eyes a little. Smalls smiled as he stood up, pulling back her chair. “Don’t apologize. You’ve had a long day,” He replied, offering her his arm. Walking her to her room, Smalls thought of something.      “How early are you going to head to the hospitals?” He asked. Heather thought a minute. “Probably the usual; just before sun rise.” Smalls nodded, both stopping just in front of her door. “Have a good night, then,” Smalls said softly, squeezing her hand. Heather smiled and blushed a little. “You too, Smalls.” And she kissed his cheek lightly before entering her room, leaving Smalls completely smitten.        “Emma? Emma!” Smalls whispered, wondering if she was not back from work yet. He’d knocked on her door a couple times but didn’t hear a thing. He was about to go elsewhere when the door rattled and opened, a sleepy-eyed Emma looking at him, bewildered. “Smalls, what-" he placed a finger over his mouth, motioning her to be quiet. She nodded and let him come in. Once inside, Emma sighed. “What’s going on? It’s late and I’m tired and have to be awake early…” she complained, looking at him very disapprovingly. Smalls raised his hands. “Emma, please… its about proposing to Heather.”      Emma’s ears perked up and she smiled, seeming alert and quiet. “Yes?” She prodded, motioning him to sit on one of the chairs that her room offered. Smalls sat, but felt like he would rather walk around but he remained seated. “I’m planning on proposing tomorrow, but I need your help.” Emma grinned. “Anything!” Smalls smiled. “I want to take her somewhere tomorrow and was wondering if you’d let her have the day off.” Emma’s jaw dropped.      “Of course I’ll give her the day off! I’m not so horrible as to have her work on the day of her engagement-" Smalls flinched. “Shh!” He whispered. Emma slouched. “Sorry. Yes, she will have the day off. What else?” Smalls nodded. “Well, I was kind of hoping that you would help her with, um… her uh… her dress.” He finally managed to say, looking a little embarrassed. Emma rolled her eyes. “Smalls, I’ll help her get ready. You don’t need to worry about it!” Smalls hung his head. “This feels so rattled and rushed!” He admitted, looking toward the door. Emma smiled.      “It’s alright, Smalls. Heather isn’t one to criticize.” He smiled. “No, she isn’t.” He agreed. Emma nodded. “Alright… what else do we need to plan?” She asked with mischief in her eyes.