She squinted at him playfully before looking back down at the lasagna. “Could you get the salad out of the fridge, please?”
"Diana?" "Juice, please," she said eagerly, joining Francis at the table, pulling herself up in the booster seat.
Poppy set the lasagna on the table and put the baby food in front of James, moving to cut the pasta into servings.
She looked over at him in surprise before planting a kiss on the top of his head, serving him. "Of course, Craw. How was your day?"