"Ah, thanks." Aviel said to Marion, smiling when she helped him as he got the items on the table. He sighed as he tried to dry the tea off himself, muttering at the futility of trying to do so with a wet shirt.
Ami laughed, shaking his head as he watched Marion helping his son with the tea and his son trying to clean himself off with the shirt he'd been wearing. Noticing with a smirk when Marion began to get distracted by Aviel's lack of shirt. "Having troubles are we, son?"
Aviel shrugged, "Seems like it." He groaned, scrubbing at his chest with the shirt before stopping, when he came to terms with the fact that it wasn't helping. He sighed, letting his hand and the shirt in it rest against his stomach. When he noticed Marion staring at him he blinked and tilted his head, "Are you alright, Mari?"