[ Hilda knows what her role (not "job" because if she doesn't keep up with her work averse image, is she even herself anymore?) is at these informal family dinners now. Said role usually involves descending upon wallflowers and gently prying their roots from whatever wall or table they've chosen to stick themselves to whether they want to be pried or not.
She's kept an eye on this particular ginger, noting how he hasn't really touched his drink but has been inhaling his food like he'll never eat again. It is a little like watching one of the strays at the monastery wolf down whatever dish of food had been brought out to them. Frankly, it's endearing.
Her timing is impeccable, arriving at his table with a plate of food heaped with everything he had been eating and then some. ]
Do you still have room for seconds? Some of this food won't be as good tomorrow so it's better to be eaten now.
one - dinner!
She's kept an eye on this particular ginger, noting how he hasn't really touched his drink but has been inhaling his food like he'll never eat again. It is a little like watching one of the strays at the monastery wolf down whatever dish of food had been brought out to them. Frankly, it's endearing.
Her timing is impeccable, arriving at his table with a plate of food heaped with everything he had been eating and then some. ]
Do you still have room for seconds? Some of this food won't be as good tomorrow so it's better to be eaten now.