Who: Seraphina and Esmerelda When: Dinner time Where: Home What: Boy troubles
"Can you set the table please, Esme?" Seraphina asked her daughter, peering at her in concern. Something was off. Her normally vivacious child was currently looking distinctly discontent. Hoping to cheer her up, she added enticingly, "Dinner is ready. I made huevos a la flamenca..."
Opening the oven, she retrieved the dish, and set it on a trivet in the middle of the table, then went to the fridge to get out a jug of sangria she'd had chilling in there, "Is something bothering you chiquita? You seem a little... apagado?"