Iosef had tried, really tried to keep the spirits high. But this was the Jones family and resistance to bad mood and frowning was futile. He just shrugged, and kept eating and listening to random bits of his brothers' conversations.
His plate empty, Ios got up, walked over to the dessert cart and brought a plate with a slice of key lemon pie in it with him.
He sat back down with a loud thunk and proceeded to eat. He wasn't invested in any of that anymore. Except for the food.