December 17
It was a bit awkward, but everyone was there. Alfred and Matthew sat across from them. Everyone was silent. There was a clattering of a fork hitting the plate; Francis brought his napkin up to his face.
"So," The Frenchman broke the ice, "How has your job been?"
Everyone nodded and mutter 'Okay.'
Francis seemed exasperated by the silence. "Oh, come on! We're all family, loosen up!"
Alfred cleared his throat. "I got a promotion last week." Matthew nodded, as if he'd known.
Arthur stood, placing his napkin down. "I'll go get the dessert!" He grinned. "I made scones!" Instantly, everyone at the table stood and started debating, eyes wide. The smile on his face grew wider. "That's more like my family."
~La Fin~
