"Sure," Val said with a nod, putting an arm on his back to lead him into the kitchen. It was only half to block any path between Danny and his uncle. "There's the salad in the fridge," Val told him, going to pull the pie out of the oven. The roast vegetables were in the warming tray, already set out, and she brought them to the table.
Max caught her eye and she gave him another tight smile.