knocks on his front door, carrying a basket covered with a rushnyk.

hears the knock and puts the boxers and needle down going to the door opening it, he smiled. "Ah. Ms. Belarus, hello."

"Pryvitannie, it's nice to see you again." gives him a small smile back.

nods to her. "It's very nice to see you too, what brings you over?"

"I made a sachertorte, and wondered if you would taste it and tell me how I did?" holds up the basket. "I haven't seen you since that _

night I drove you home, and thought I would drop by and say hello."

smiles at her. "Oh really? I would love to." He was flattered she just wanted to stop by and say hello.

happy to be here and visit again. She thought Roderich was very pleasant company. "the only apricot preserves I could find were from a _

grocery store, but I wanted an expert opinion on how it turned out."

smiles. "I'm sure that it will taste wonderful."

"Let me know if though if I did something wrong with it." walks into his kitchen and sets the basket on the counter. pulls off the rushnyk_

and takes out the cake, setting it on the counter.

looks at it and smiles. "Well. it looks right."

"I want to make sure it tastes right too." folds the rushnyk and puts it on the counter.