Helen smiled fondly at her own memories of eating with her own six year-old. "I'm sure it's interesting." She sat down on the couch, setting her purse on the coffee table. She glanced around at the room, recognizing various toys and pictures from the last time she had come over. She felt guilty for not having come over more, especially now. She looked back to Menelaus. "You're kidding," she exclaimed with a laugh. She moved to the edge of her seat and motioned to the door, "I can run out and get one," she offered.