Ella managed to keep her giggle fit contained to when Hendrix was out of the room and was sitting cross legged when he appeared again. "I fixed it!" she said, padding over to him and holding it up. "I hope you don't mind pink thread." Showing him the stitches, they were indeed pink.
Face to face with Hendrix was a lot more difficult when he was semi nude and Ella handed him the shirt hurriedly before busying herself with two cups of strong tea. There was nothing a good cup of tea couldn't solve, be it bombs or boys.