Troy was, for the moment, oblivious to any nerves. He scooped up the napkins and cutlery like nothing in the world was amiss and shuffled into the dining space to set the table. He was a little noisy about it, mostly as proof that he was carrying out his assigned task. (Old habits. Growing up, his aunt had never believed he was doing as he'd been told unless she could see or hear it happening. She had good reason. Troy, like many children, had not been conscientious about chores.)
"Flowers or frogs?" Troy called. "I'm going to fold the napkins."