Mark laughed. "Don't worry," he assured her. "They aren't made from thorns! The jam is made from mixed fruit from thorny bushes... like blackberry, raspberry, gooseberry, fruit like that."
"Well, that's a relief!" said Janna, as she picked up her scone again.
Janna thought she'd better start steering the conversation toward the information she wanted or she'd be there all morning finding out what "Gram" had to say. Of course spending the morning with the new and improved Mark would not be an struggle at all.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked, startling Janna out of her reverie and making her realize she'd been staring at him over her teacup.
"Oh, yeah," she said, sitting her cup down. "I was just wondering what you'd been doing with yourself since school."
"Working, mostly. I know what you've been doing."
Janna froze. "Oh?"