Patricia held back a snort at Zack's reply. Instead she gave him a saccharine smile and drawled out, "Oh you know me so well."
She moved from the doorway, eyeing Bran. Looked like it was time to mess with people's heads. Her smile turned genuine as she reached out her hand in greeting. "My name's Patricia. Very pleased to meet you. Do you need me to carry something?"
She could be friendly. Sure she could.
Completely oblivious to the tension growing amongst the older people, Gavin started listing off all his favorite foods. "Can we have cookies? Or spaghettos? Or puppy food? Or--oh!"
He gladly took the bowels offered to him, expecting treasure of the food type to be held within. Instead they were just empty bowels. When Osha pulled on his sleeve, he showed the other little boy the disappointment.
"But there's no snacks inside," he said bluntly, as if this was reason enough not to move from that spot.
