Mara pouted very slightly as the server vanished. “Kids these days. Never want to hear about the philosophy of food shortage.” 

“Mom, I don’t think anyone wants to hear about that.” Devika slid into the booth. “Especially not someone working minimum wage.” 

“You see, Mara? That’s the human factor.” Tim cut in, grinning.

Mara started up again, eyes bright. “But the facts clearly indicate-”

“Guys.” Devika shook her head, but she was smiling. “Please, cut it out. I’d like to eat without a debate. We’re in public and we have a guest.” It looked like she was trying not to laugh, despite her words.

“Roxy, if you ever wonder where I get my stubborn side from, it’s from both of them.” She started in on a little more food.