All the while, she saw Garia grow more and more anxious. She kept breaking into her father’s flow, trying to change the subject. “So uh, does anyone want dessert? Mrsha? Why don’t I uh, get it? And you, Dad.” She practically dragged her father out of his chair and into the kitchen. Mrsha followed, waddling a bit with her full belly and standing upright so the food wouldn’t come out if she fell over.
Heh Mrsha will have regrets later
