Tristan stood as well, but his mother remained seated until Anthony stood. When he did, he looked at her, brow raised. "Pizza? Well this is quite a day. Tristan brings home a family and you are serving pizza. Tell me, when are the pigs going to sprout wings?"
"Oh hush now." Anabella said then stormed off towards the dining room. "If you're going to stand out there musing, it's going to get cold then it will taste more like cardboard." She yelled back over her shoulder.
Tristan wrapped his arm around Rhiannon. "Well there goes introducing her to pizza for breakfast. Come on. She'll behave with him here." He said softly, even though his father did have sharp hearing.