"Hey, you ready yet?" Kate said, appearing in the bathroom doorway.
Peter stood leaning over the sink, cautiously dragging a razor across his face.
"Hallelujah!" Kate shouted, watching as the beard that had grown long and scraggy over the past few months disappear into the sink. Peter paused for a moment and winked at her in the mirror, his face white and foamy, then returned his concentration to the razor.
She leaned a shoulder against the edge of the door frame and stood watching him. "I like your face smooth, it feels better on me."
"Ouch!" Peter said, jerking the razor from his face. A dot of red instantly formed on his chin.
"So, Lancelot," Kate said, hanging her robe on the door hook, "what do I wear?"
"Whatever you want , it's just a neighborly thing." Peter rinsed his face, then pulled the skin on his neck taut and inspected his work. He saw that she was still watching him, and he took in her full naked reflection before turning to face her.
"I think it's more than that," she said.
"What's more?"
"The dinner. I think this Mr. Holmes is probably excited that he's met you, and wants to get to know your better."