Chris sat on the couch and was now reading a book, she wasn't sure if she would like Becky or not, but just felt it was an attempt to force her to become prim and proper and not have any fun. Becky came over to Chris. Chris looked in the book, flipping pages. She then caught Becky looking at her, then put the book down, closing it, and looking up to her and making sure she had appropriate eye contact.
Becky didn't meet her eyes. Her mother had warned her not to. "Are you okay, young Missus?" She asks softly.
"I'm fine..." Chris said in a low tone. "I just have crazy parents... Mother thinks Father might have suffered from a traumatic childhood experience because he believes in worlds that don't exist... My aunt and uncle also tried to convince her that something really did happen when they were young, but my mother just refuses to listen to them..."
"I believe 'em, young missus." Becky says softly.
"You do?" Chris slightly tilted her head.
Becky nodded. "Yes, missus... I used to dream about diffr'nt worlds." she admits.
"My aunt used to tell me stories about a magical world where you don't have to grow up," Chris smiled. "There were pirates though... Mother didn't like her 'stuffing my head' with such ridiculous stories... I haven't seen my aunt ever since..."
Becky looked sad for the girl. Chris didn't show it in her face, but she was actually sad about not seeing her 'favorite aunt' anymore.
"Maybe I could convince the Missus." Becky suggests softly.
"Good luck, Mother is like an iron maiden..." Chris replied as she took the book back out and read it.
Becky nodded.
Chris kept reading the book. "Just don't expect me to be polite all the time..." she smirked a bit. "Father says I'm one of the boys."
"Okay, Missus... I won't." she informs.
Chris gave a nod. Becky smiled. She would check her room in the room beside the nursery just before bed.
Soon, Eglantine finished dinner and called Becky down for when she would be ready. Chris was in the bathroom, washing up before she would eat, as she was raised. Becky had washed up too, and was waiting for Chris. Chris dried her hands and walked off to catch some dinner. Becky followed, just a step behind, to be respectful.
Chris and Becky appeared in the door-frame. Eglantine had prepared an abundant of food with a roast chicken with creamy and buttery mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli casserole with cauliflower and carrots, hot rolls, wine for the adults and water for the child, thick and sweet gravy for the potatoes, warm strawberries with cantaloupes, honeydew melons, and tiny red grapes. Food, glorious food. Becky looked awed. She had never seen that much food ever in her 15 years of living.
"Miss Becky, Chrysanthemum, please come inside." Eglantine told the two younger ones.
"Yes, Mother..." Chris forced herself to say without an inch of sarcasm in her voice other wise she would get whooped for bad mouthing her mother, luckily she had practice not to sound snarky whenever talking with her mother so she wouldn't get herself into trouble right after the evening meal.
Becky looked a little shaky, but not ill. She waited for Chris to go first. Chris sat in her seat.
"John, dear, dinner time!" Eglantine called.
"Coming, luv!" John called back.
Becky sat in the seat that wasn't at the head of the table. She was only under servitude so couldn't be rude.
"What would you like, Miss Becky?" Eglantine asked the younger woman as she made up a plate for her husband and daughter.
John came in then and took his seat, he was still a little exhausted and 'paranoid' because of his dreams he had been having lately and he deeply missed his sister since she was the one who taught him all about the world they all believed in, as well as their younger brother.
"If it ain't too much trouble, may I 'ave a little of the chicken an' taters?" She asks softly.
Eglantine visibly shuddered at the way Becky talked, she was rather pompous and believed everybody should talk as proper as her and her husband, but she made a special plate for the girl with chicken and potatoes. "No fruits or vegetables?"
Chris smirked, she never knew an adult who didn't like to eat healthy like that. John looked weary, but he waited until Becky and Eglantine would have their plates.
"No thank you, Missus." she says, even softer.
"Very well." Eglantine nodded, then served herself and her husband. She then bowed her head, joining Chris and John's hands, all of them closing their eyes and bowed heads.
Becky clasped her own hands, bowing her head and closing her eyes. Ah, this was familiar. Eglantine had a very hushed tone of voice as she said a prayer and finished. "Amen."
"Amen." John and Chris repeated as they took their hands back and slowly opened their eyes.
"Amen." Becky whispers softly. She then returned to a normal position.
The Darling family then proceeded to eat with their new home mate.