"Let's get it out of the way," she decides. Halfway between official and not - they won't have turned it in yet after all, they can still rip it up, but it will be signed.
It will be finished that far at least.

"Here," she offers the clear counterspace for the food, then nods to the table with two neat stacks of papers. "Contract's there. Deeds for the house and the pub are underneath. I already talked to Vrenille."