"Irrepressible? That doesn't sound bad, it doesn't have to be. And I could help him study?"
"No, no. I just, well truthfully, I only finished half my lunch. I got busy with homework. I wanted to have it done so I had all day tomorrow with Dad."
She didn't miss that look. She wondered if Uncle Terry would ever get married. She hoped so, she didn't want him to be lonely. "She's pretty, you should ask her out."
And she needed to find a wife for her father; after she left school. And food in her stomach.
Glancing at the menu she immedietely decided what she wanted. "I'm going to have the Insalate Tricolore and the spinach, ricotta and egg ravioli." No chance of a sip of wine tonight, though in Italy no one minded; it was watered down though.
"And gelato for the pudding? So when do the war games, sorry, Defense League practicals start?