Emma nodded sadly. "I know what you mean." She jumped up and, ever-maternal, went to the fridge to look for something to feed them. "Do either of you want some lemon tart?"
"Mom, sit down, you don't have to do that." Thomas went to stand and help her, but she moved to his side and guided him back into his chair.
"It gives me something to focus on, Tommy." For once, Thomas didn't cringe at his mother's affectionate nickname. "Just let me do it. Tart?"
Thomas didn't feel like eating anything, but he just nodded anyway. "Sure. Jamie?"