Steven dug out the lid from the pie carrier and placed it over the pie, then turned to look at the tea. He bit his lip for a moment. "It's actually a little too done." He sighed. The tea was much darker than he'd intended. "It's going to be a bit strong. I think I made it too early." He was nervous about the evening, after all.
Steve came back into the kitchen and smiled. "All cleaned up, Daddy!"
"Alright, go ahead and take a seat. We're just waiting for Mom to show up." It was weird that they both called her Mom but little Steve still called him Daddy. Weird was par for the course on the island, though.