Abbie nodded enthusiastically, clambering onto her chair, having set the table with cutlery. "Yes please! And a curly straw." Gabe had a stack of ridiculous neon straws, bought for the bar but more commonly used by Nadia and Abbie for mocktails.
"Beer for me," Gabe smiled at Nadia, sitting down, smacking Abbie's hand as she reached for the garlic bread. "Not 'til everyone's sittin', munchkin," he berated her softly, trying to frown, and failing miserably.