"Of course not!" Patricia said, getting well into the conversation while Michael leaned against the counter looking stoic.
"I'm going to make something to eat. Just...chill everyone out. You like gumbo, Mother?" He didn't really care too much if his father didn't.
"Oh that sounds lovely," Patricia nodded. "Jessica, are these boys taking care of you? Do you know all about prenatal vitamins and exercise and all of that? I could take you to my yoga class!"
"She doesn't want to come all the way to Jersey for your yoga class, Patricia," Michael grumbled.
JJ glanced over at Michael and narrowed her eyes at him. "You know what, Patricia, that sounds awesome."