Dominique saw Al trip and fall, a scowl firmly planed on her face. Walking over, she picked up the book he had been carrying, noting with some amusement that it was one of their grandmother's cookbooks.
"A cookbook, Al? Taking up a new hobby?" She asked, keeping her tone light as she held out her hand, pulling him up.
Her head swiveled to face her aunt and uncle, scowl firmly in place as she said, loudly, "I know you have some differences of opinion," and that was putting it lightly, "but you're the adults. Shouldn't you at least act like it? Charming someone's shoelaces?"