It was something Nikita was always grateful for - that his family was truly harmonious.
"Anna, were you waiting? Go ahead and eat."
"Come earlier next time."
"Ahem, sorry."
Though his father married very late, he still had three children, and unlike those distant island cousins whose three generations were broken, their relationship was very good.
Perhaps because grandfather would always have meals with family when he returned from work, father too would always gather the family in one place when evening came.
"Nikita, how are your Tsarevich lessons?"
"Though I learn every day, it's difficult every day."
"Well, that course is quite vast. Moreover, it's basically a 15-year course..."
"Couldn't you reduce it a bit?"
"Hmm."
Having just tried whining a bit, Nikita was slightly taken aback when Nicholas suddenly put down his spoon and fork and wiped his mouth.
"Well, I was just saying..."
"Nikita."