They entered the room and the group cheered, clapping for their arrival. Poppy flushed slightly, squeezing Francis' hand. The waiters began to move around, serving people their food.
They sat at their table with Poppy and his family and Clara took over, handling the festivities, letting everyone talk and keeping the general chatter cheerful.
He would feel a tugging by his shirt sleeve and Bee looked up at him with bright eyes. "Hi, Francis."
He looked down at her before gently picking her up and placing her on his knee with a grin. "Hey, Bee."
She tilted her head, and a strangely familiar stubborn look crossed her face. "No, I'm pretty sure she said meese."
