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Maturity
For most, tonight was just a normal family dinner. For the Pirates' Swoop clan it was anything but. Mother and Father sat at either end of the long rectangular table. On one side sat the eldest son, Thom, and on the other the twins. Light conversation filled the silence, rather then petty bickering. "Alan would you be so kind as to pass me the rolls?" Thom asked politely.
"Sure, Thom." Alan gave the basket a gentle push. It slid slowly across the table and onto the floor.
"Alan! What did you do that for?" Thom demanded.
"Sorry, it was an accident." Alan said helplessly. Thom picked up one of the fallen rolls, and lobbed it at Alan's head with a muttered "Idiot."
Thom's aim was less then satisfactory. The throw went wide and the roll hit his Mother square in the face. Her eyes were cold when she turned and looked at him. "Why are you throwing food, Thom? Did you think it would be a good idea?" She asked.
"Sorry, Ma." His eyes turn towards his plate, his pale face reddening.
"Sorry won't cut it. This is disrespectful and you need to be taught a lesson." An evil smile graced Alanna's features.
"Come, lass. Can you not?" George asks.
"This is my honor at stake. My pride George!" On the last word she picks up her dinner roll, tossing it at Thom.
"That was my first born you just threw that at. Have you no shame women?" George asks. "And dinner rolls are easy. Can you do this?" He picks up his spoon ad scoops up mashed potatoes. He pulls the curved part back, catapulting potato across the table at his wife.
Naturally Alanna retaliates with a chicken bone. War ensues. "Can you believe these are our parents?" Thom mutters, sliding off his seat to crouch under the table.
Alan and Aly shared a look before replying, almost perfectly in sync, "We like to believe we are adopted."
"I prefer to think of myself as a product of one of Mother's affairs." Thom tells them loftily.
Alanna and George hadn't stopped throwing food at each other, although they had both abandoned their seats and were now facing off across the dining room.
"Can you two be mature for just one minute?" Thom yells up at them.
"Maturity is overrated." His father replies good naturedly, as Alanna raised her goblet over his head.