"Come on then, get to the table. Grandma, Grandpa, over here. Everyone else, find a seat. Bessie, start with the pasta, I'll plate the chicken."
The migration from the couches over to the table was a quick one, though the only one who didn't instantly take a seat was Mother, since she went ahead and took the twins and went into the other room to feed them their own meal.
"Light on the chicken for us please, Katherine. You can give part of our share to Jahi instead. She's still growing, after all."
Grandpa began to tuck his napkin into his shirt before sorting through the available silverware, placing each in a particular order that made me inwardly cringe as I recalled having to briefly learn about proper table etiquette and how to manage with all of intricate rules...
