Enteinne moved around the table and sat in one of the seats next to Alisa. He smiled, completely misunderstanding her minor protest, "'sokay ma Belle. Drivin' ya down here be no skin off my back, non? Maybe we even work on gettin' ya a license so ya drive ya-self. Be another first for de family!"
Hands tucking into his lap and legs kicking under the table, he went back to speaking with Irina while he waited for the food to be served. They were guests, guests didn't serve themselves, right? Maybe they did. Irina had already grabbed a plate, but Alisa hadn't... He'd follow Alisa's example on this one.
"[Team? What kind of team? Swimming? Football? Soccer? Dance? You in school still or something... Look a bit old for school... less you're in one of those higher schooling places. University, they called.]"
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