"'Sanks!" Abbey's little-girl thank you was bright and cheerful, and she grabbed a tiny fistful of berries and crammed them all into her mouth at once.
"You need to eat your chicken too," Brian told her.
"Noooo," Abbey said, shaking her head negatively. "I like berries."
"I've got this," Khaat said, getting an idea. She got up and headed to the kitchen. Michael frowned. He decided that she was going to be limited in the kitchen one handed.
"Perhaps I should keep you out of trouble," he said, getting up and following her. A few moments later, they returned, and Michael was carrying a larger bowl with a number of tiny dipping bowls. "I do think she's fixed the chicken problem. Voila! Raspberry dipping sauce. And its bloody brilliant. That's why she's the restaurateur. Its incredible with the deep fried chicken."
Michael put some sauce in a dipping bowl and put it in front of Abbey. He picked up a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce and handed it to Abbey.
"Eat that," he told her. She eyed him skeptically. "Go on. Try it." She tasted it, warily, and then her eyes grew wide with delight.
"Berries! And chickey!" She was excited. "Yummy! "Sanks, Unca Mikey!"
"Your mama made that," he told her.
"Me too!" Dakota shouted, bouncing up and down in her seat. "I wants some!"
"Hold your horses," Brian said. "I'm sure you'll gets some. Looks like there's enough for anyone who wants some."