George and Steve
Eve darted off toward the punchbowl happy that she could help more than just stand there with her Dad and welcome people in. "Yeah, that's all I know how to do. She's happy with it though so I don't think it's all that big of a deal." George glanced back at the young girl, that seemed to be growing far too fast, as she carefully scooped out the punch, that she could reach thanks to a little step stool.