Ana hadn't needed to do much convincing. He liked Eve, he liked Tim but he never understood the joy of talking lengthily about what they could and couldn't do. Kids stayed to get interesting at the over ten age. Like Sophia. He really liked looking after her. But a little one - he wasn't too sure about that. A lot of dirty diapers. Playing uncle was cool, being a dad - no, he wasn't sure about that. Fucking visions!
Mitchell slipped behind the bar when they entered. Merry wasn't in and Maryanne still at the party. He spoke as he began to fix her drink. "Nah, the burgers are Maryanne's territory. Sorry, you've gotta wait until she's in. Or you can go down to the kitchen and fix yourself one." The pub was run by a "if no staff is around, do it yourself"-concept.