Roisin's home, all of her homes actually, was well maintained. It would be surprising to any visitor to learn that she didn't stay in the house consistently. With multiple properties to her name, Rosi liked to spread her time between them. But mostly, when the Quidditch season was at it's peak, she wasn't at any of her homes at all. On the contrary, much of her life was spent on the go. And if her Quidditch career wasn't enough, being an author and publishing her books, then promoting them, added to the agenda. It was no wonder that she hardly ever got to sit back and relax. She hadn't expected this lifestyle for herself when she first entered the field, and while she didn't regret taking this route, sometimes she did wish she could just breathe.
That was why, when Hunter came for a meal, she was relieved to be able to do just that. It didn't seem like something she would need to feel stressed over. There was no reason to put on a performance, not that she'd ever been that type anyway. But it was just different.
She smiled kindly when Hunter complimented her home and took a glance around as well, as if seeing it for the first time. "I'd like to take claim for it, but someone else did the decorating. I haven't really gotten around to adding my own touch," she admitted with a slide of her smile downward a bit. "My place in Hogsmeade is the most me," she added. It had been her first property, after all, so she'd had plenty of time over the years. Yet when she and her ex-husband had been going through turmoil, they'd renovated. Some of the decisions during that project had been fueled by lost emotion. Maybe it would need another facelift soon.
Roisin laughed abruptly when Hunter asked if she'd baked the bread. "Hell no," she said with a shake of her hand and a gesture toward Scooter. "I'm not really a baker. Scooter did it all... like I said... he's the best," she said and tossed her house elf a genuine and warm smile. It warmed her heart to have him at her side through everything. That being said, she did sometimes wonder if he was overworked and if she should hire on a few more staff, but he never complained. And she didn't want him to think she wasn't happy with his work.
While Hunter explained the reason for bringing the wine, Scooter fetched glasses as quickly and quietly as a whisper. By the time the two adults were seated for their meal, everything was in place. "Thank you, Scooter," she said to him, reaching out to touch his cheek fondly. He began bumbling on about how blessed he was in his little elf voice before scurrying away to clean the kitchen and tidy the home as he whispered his blessings continuously.
"I can't go very long without food. I feel like I am constantly eating. I guess burning as many calories as we do, it's normal, but even before... when I was a kid..." Rosi laughed and began stirring her stew with her spoon before scooping a hearty amount up and blowing some of the steam off. "Bon appetit!" she said with a small lift of her spoon as if in cheers.