"She's right, I can shoot confetti and sing," Patrick laughed as he carried the gumbo over to the table. He went back to retrieve the cornbread and then he took his seat.
"Dig in," he said, passing the ladle to Lyra first so she could serve herself up. "And the honey for the cornbread is all organic! We can absolutely jam after dinner!" He loved playing music with Lyra. "If you can play either guitar or piano, Avery, I have both of those here!"