Still, Staas thought as he resettled in his chair. Still, they should do something. And they would, if he had any say. Which he did.
"Yeah! We're havin' dinner. That's your special sauce-a there," she said, pointing at a red and black circular squiggle. "And that's your milk and that's your coffee. And that's Daddy's coffee, and that's me and Theo's ice cream!"
"That's really good, baby," Staas said, looking over Ira's shoulder. "We'll have to put that one on the refrigerator." Or maybe the host podium at work. What? He was the boss. He could do that if he wanted.
"Can Mr. Ira have dinner with us tonight?"
"That was the plan. Except I think we'll just eat at home, okay? Maybe something yummy like tiny pizzas?"
"Yeah! I wan' lots of sauce on mine! And pep'roni and pineapple!"
"Whatever you want, weirdo," Staas said fondly.
Emi came back then, and Staas held up the completed paperwork with a smile.