"No, but maybe I should begin such a policy," Joann had answered Sam, even though her back had been to them. She stirred something else on the stove, turning down the heat a little. "I've got everything here just fine," she added on after she turned and saw Sam's gesture.
Out in the living room, there were things blowing up on the screen. Jamie was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the couch. Jonathan, their father, was sitting on the couch. Both had a controller in hand, and Jamie was laughing while his dad looked to be concentrating quite hard on the screen in front of him.
Except the game was paused suddenly, and Jamie dropped his controller to the ground to stand up. "I didn't even hear you come in," he said, sounding quite serious about such a thing. He was a tiny thing, really, hardly looking his age of 13. He was short and skinny, with wide brown eyes and short wavy brown hair.
"You were busy blowing things up," Jesse shot back instantly.
"That thing was me," Jonathan added on, standing up. He was a tall man, broad shouldered and, well, simply tall. He came to a couple inches taller than Jesse, which left him towering over Jamie. Jonathan had lighter hair than his wife's with dark brown eyes. "You must be Sam. I'm Jonathan, Jesse's father," he said, offering a hand. Meanwhile, Jesse had moved in to meet his brother for a hug.