With the grilled cheese halfway to his mouth again, Marco froze, not really understanding what Juno meant at first, but quickly realizing that he had been the one who wasn't clear. He pointed over to the counter using the corner of his sandwich. "No, I mean should we ask him to come sit with us now. He's just standing there eating ice cream."
But her comment made him wonder what their house looked like, if they couldn't fit four people and furniture into it. He expected something small, but he was hoping it might at least be the size of the apartment that he'd grown up in. Apparently they'd been given something smaller. He didn't really want to have dinner with Daphne, anyway. He was pretty sure Jack had come around and started at least tolerating him for Juno's sake. Daphne, he was pretty sure, never would. But that was fine, he had no idea what to say to her anyway. "It's probably still weird, isn't it?" he wondered. "He's still your boss."