"Thank you for asking, Andrew," Angus said. "I'll get you more right now." He got up and refilled Andrew's pasta bowl and gave it back to him.
"NooNoo!" Dakota shouted, dumping over her empty pasta bowl.
"If you want noo noos," Angus said to her gently, picking up the pasta bowl, "You need to stop yelling."
"Mine!" she scowled at him. "Noo Noo!!"
"As I said, she just thinks its all hers. And right now, the noodles are hers too" Brian said.
"Work harder, Junior," Michael said, taking a sip from his glass of red wine.
"She'll get it. She has a much wider stubborn streak than Abbey does," Robert said, watching Angus get more "noo noos" for Dakota. He gave Dakota the plate, and she began eating them eagerly with her fingers. Brian shook his head silently.
"Leave it alone. She's feeding herself. It could be worse," Kate said. "There could be tomato sauce on those. Then we'd have to take her down to the beach and toss her in to rinse her off."
"Abbey, do you want more noo noos too?" Robert asked.
"No," Abbey said proudly, always glad to be able to say no. She pointed to Robert's garlic bread.
"More bread?" he asked. She nodded. He took a piece of garlic toast and gave it to her. She liked the butter and the salt. Not so much the garlic, but it was mild enough that she liked holding the large piece of toast in her litle hand and gnawing on it.