Lewis wasn’t too happy that the twins were in Roma’s lap, but he dealt with it. At least Roma was somewhat trustworthy, at least in the moment.
When Roma mentioned Simone’s noble-like speech patterns and etiquette, Lewis smirked. As Simone gave her explanation, Lewis chimed in with a happy, “You’re my Queen, though….” It was a sweet gesture. “Besides, I bet we could make a small claim to the island and take it away from Bennin if we tried hard enough. Push comes to shove, we could just take Bennin…” That was a joke, whether or not Roma understood it or not.
Dinner came with time, and the family plus Roma moved to the dining room. It took a bit of time to gather the four terrors upstairs, and once they were all seated, there was a quick round of what was being served.
Everett looked at the spread, and furrowed his brow. “Where’s the bacon?” He looked to Simone and Lewis. “Can I have bacon?” Simone gave him a look, and then looked to Lewis.
“No Everett…we can’t have bacon every night. That’s not how it works.” They had been over this a million times, and Lewis had only caved once, by mistake. But once was all that was needed, and now Everett took it as a challenge.
“But Daaaad, you let me have it that one time!” he said, pouting.
Alshaya stuck out her tongue, “Everett, why are you being a-a-a brat!” She blew a raspberry at him, and reached for her fork. “Can you pass the taters?”
Lucas sighed, passing the potatoes to Alshaya, and apologized to Roma, “Sorry…they’re at that stage…”
There was a sudden crash in the living room, and Lewis was up in a flash with a dagger drawn. Rex came stumbling into the room, his pants half off and shirt in tatters. “Holy shit, why are you all here?” He looked around. “Nevermind that! Hide me, quick!”