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Dinner goes by quickly, and I don’t actually do anything absolutely hideous like drop my food in my lap, and I apparently get the seat of honor next to Matty. The kid’s been asking me a ton of questions about my tattoos, harping on the fact that they hurt when you get them and then going around and asking everyone else if they have tattoos.
Hunter has some, Sera no, Katie not if you put a gun to her head, Dean yes, Alex yes, Theresa, no, and Josh and Elias just shake their heads, Elias admitting that he has a phobia of needles to the table at large.
Everyone’s drinking beer or wine with dinner—lemon chicken and roasted potatoes, apparently Greek-style which I find out is delicious and I want to have this particular dish always.
I didn’t know little kids would talk this much, but Ma
