Enola made a point at not looking at Jamie or Izzy. If she did she would start laughing and she wouldn't be able to stop. She stared at her plate instead. That was safer.
"Your father..." She stopped, covering up the laughter that threatened to make itself known with another cough. "Is right. Boyfriends are a lot of work." Were they really having this conversation? Moments like these made Enola stop and wonder when her life had become so..entertaining, surreal, unbelievable, all of the above?
Izzy scowled, clutching her fork tighter. This wasn't looking so good after all. "Duck general was an idiot, daddy! AND THE ARMY WAS DISO-dis-DISOBEDIENT" Oh, that was a really good word. She'd have to use it more often.
"Izzy, you stepped on the general and didn't even notice."
"It was his fault for being so small!" And when the rest of the ducklings had been blown up in the parcel bomb fiasco that hadn't been her fault either. Surely her parents could see the logic in this!
"Daddy. Mommy." Izzy's tone grew serious and her eyes grew wide and she was the picture of blue-eyed innocence. "Please let me have one! I'll do waaaay better. I PROMISE!"