"So, what did I miss?" Barbara inquired, casting a curious glance at Jarlon and Althea.
Althea, with an air of theatricality, recounted the humorous battle over the remaining dishes. "Jarlon thought he could sneak a taste, but I defended our lunch with unmatched diplomatic finesse."
Jarlon, surrendering to the playful argument, conceded, "Fine, fine, you win, little diplomat. I bow to the charm of the Diner."
Althea couldn't resist sneering at Jarlon. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before attempting a sneak attack on my lunch. Diplomacy prevails, always."
Barbara chuckled at their bickering, her discomfort momentarily forgotten. She joined the camaraderie, "Well, it seems like I've returned to a battlefield. I hope you're not mistreating our diplomatic relations."
Althea's eyes,
