All four people sat at the table. Lar and Rar were both soothed by the familiar scene under the table.
“We’ve had some good times under the table, haven’t we brother?”
They talked about those good times, which led to some of the times that weren’t so good.
“I hope this guy doesn’t spill beer on us, or worse.”
After the meal everyone carried an item or two into the kitchen.
“Thanks Kyle. You didn’t have to help clear the table.”
“I just saw everybody else grab something, and, well, I guess, ’when in Rome..”
“Rome? We’re not even Italian.”
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