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The team was sitting around a table. All eyes were on Nate as they waited expectantly. He looked at each of them in turn, pondering with amazement at how each of them had touched his life so very unexpectedly. Then, not wanting to waste any more time, he said these words to his family: "Dig in".
These dinners that they shared together had started out as a one time thing. Then somehow, they had all convinced Nate that the dinners should become a bit more regular. Truth be told, Nate didn't need much convincing. He liked the time they spent just being together, sharing a meal, and stories about themselves. Of course the information shared were usually just little things that seemed unimportant. No one usually shared too much about their pasts. Anyway, those littler things were what always seemed to become the most important part of knowing and caring about one another.
"No elbows on the table Eliot" Parker said, poking the hitter in the arm with her fork.
"Will you stop it" he grunted at the blonde. She ignored him and kept poking. That is until he grabbed the fork from her and almost effortlessly bent it in half.
"Hey! What am supposed to eat with now?" she exclaimed.
Watching them with a bemused look on her face, Sophie leaned over to whisper in Nate's ear; "Now it really feels like a family supper". Nate hid the laugh behind his napkin, somehow managing not to choke on the bite in his mouth.
Hardison was fiddling with his Prototype 7, barely paying attention to what he was doing. He did manage to notice when Sophie got up to refill her wine glass. He held it up to her as she passed. She threw him an annoyed look, which he never saw and somehow Sophie found herself having to refill everyone's wine.
She finally sat back down again, an annoyed sigh escaping her as she did so. She was looking forward to finally being able to finish her meal when a chunk of soup soaked bread hit her in face. "Really?" came the exasperated phrase from her mouth. Nate and Eliot weren't even pretending not to laugh. Hardison and Parker both looked rather sheepish as they sat close together at the opposite end of the table. Looking up at Sophie and then down at the floor, they both tried to nonchalantly grab their spoons from the table. Parker was able to do this much more effectively than Hardison who ended up dropping his spoon causing it to clatter ominously in the silence. Sophie turned to glare at them, narrowing her eyes. No body moved but the grifter who slowly stood up, leaning over the table, her hand moving deftly over her plate. Before Nate knew what was happening, a glob of lasagna landed right square between his eyes.
"Food fight!" yelled Parker as she ducked avoiding being hit by a stuffed mushroom that had been launched by Eliot.