"Well, sulking isn't going to help the situation, Nathan," Angela said, reaching up and tapping her son's cheek lightly, smiling at him in the face of his agitation. "And besides, when was the last time I locked anyone in a room in the mansion? You all came and went voluntarily," Angela said with a soft scolding in her tone as she crossed back over to the counter, picking up her glass and plate and sitting them down on the now clear counter space.
"Now, stop pouting and sit down. Make the best of the bad situation, darling," Angela said, patting the stool next to hers as she looked over at where he was standing by the door. "Not that I'm trying to make you do anything. It's just a suggestion."