"Son of a gun, that's my favorite!" Emeline chuckled, grinning.  It was a little awkward to have her husband doing the serving, but he had offered and she wasn't about to turn that down!  Besides, she'd had a rough day, and recognized it, even though his day had to have been just as stressful.

"Please, Angie, have a seat."  She gestured to the smaller kitchen table, not nearly the size of the polished oak table in the formal dining room.  But this smaller, more intimate table was used far more often than the big one.  "We'll see how good Barnabas' dishing skills are!"  Then she glanced at Pythias.  "His name was Clem, that's enough, thank you, Pythias."  Certainly no need to mention the 'Human Cockroach', as far as she was concerned, the man had paid his penance already.