Scott carried Mitch on his hip down to the dinner table, Kevin and Todrick already doing a quick prayer over their food. Kirstie patted the seat beside her, grinning at Mitch.
Scott gently set Mitch down in that specific seat, and then sat beside him. Mitch smiled at Kirstie. "Hi. Where's Gracie?" "It's past her bedtime, Mitchie."
"Oh, oh. I knew that." Kevin began putting plates down in front of the others, Todrick grabbing drinks of some kind from the kitchen. Avi spoke up after the table had been quiet for a few seconds. "How are you feeling, Peanut? Are you like... Drowsy at all?"