[ Joshua nods back to Clive, his attention turning back to his bowl. As much as he can is the mantra of every meal time, so he's well prepared to do as his brother says.
But he's not entirely prepared for the fond bickering between his brother and Dion. His eyes raise to them as he lifts his spoon to his mouth, watching them as he takes a bite.
And then hurriedly has to lift a hand to cover his mouth as Dion mutters beside him, because he doesn't want to be rude and spray stew over the table on accident as the urge to laugh overtakes him, pulling at his lips and threatening to spill out anyway should he not swallow his mouthful fast enough. ]
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But he's not entirely prepared for the fond bickering between his brother and Dion. His eyes raise to them as he lifts his spoon to his mouth, watching them as he takes a bite.
And then hurriedly has to lift a hand to cover his mouth as Dion mutters beside him, because he doesn't want to be rude and spray stew over the table on accident as the urge to laugh overtakes him, pulling at his lips and threatening to spill out anyway should he not swallow his mouthful fast enough. ]