Layla nestled into Ellinor's arms as her small face scrunched up in frustration. "Mommy, we're not going home for dinner again today? Great-grandmother will be so sad."
Ellinor understood what her daughter meant. Her great-grandmother would be in the kitchen every day, diligently preparing dinner, anticipating their return so that the family could enjoy a meal together.
She gently stroked her daughter's head. "That's okay. You can eat a little less here, so you can eat with your great-grandmother when we get home."
Layla was a bit torn. "But I saw you order so many of my favorite dishes. What should I do?"
Ellinor was both amused and exasperated at her daughter's dilemma. "What can you do? You'll have to figure it out."
Layla furrowed her brow. She looked very troubled. If she ate too much here, she wouldn't be able to eat with her great-grandmother when they got back. And she had to keep her figure, too. She finally decided that she would only take one bite of each dish. Just enough to taste, but not enough to fill her up.
Tristan sat next to Ellinor, more relaxed than before but still not very talkative, especially when strangers were around.
Between Ida and Byran sat Baber in a high chair, which made Byran a little annoyed. Although he liked Baber, he wanted to be next to Ida.
So he cleared his throat in a way that seemed casual. "Ida, Baber said he wants to sit next to my sister. Can you come sit next to me?"
Baber's eyes widened. Confusion was written all over his face. When did he say that? Why was his uncle telling fibs?
Ida was busy sending Chase the restaurant location when she heard Byran's request. She glanced at Byran and then at the bewildered Baber, understanding the situation.
"Baber, do you want to switch seats with me?"
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