Imenry narrowed her eyes sideways at her new friend, her small hand tightening around her fork. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, the urge to speak back to him held in because her mother was sitting across from them with watchful eyes. She resolved that she would get him back for that comment, once they were safely away from the disapproving looks of her parents.
She felt the bench beneath her start to move when he wiggled around, but she had no idea what he was doing and so concentrated on finishing her food. She would just ignore him. That's what the older kids used to do to her when they didn't want to let her play with them. She didn't like it, but not it was her turn to use it on him. With an imperious look on her face she scooped up the last of the potatoes and then looked at her mother. "I'm done."