Lola Gold sneered, "In this world, there are indeed people who don't even care about the cost of a meal."
"What do you mean?" Caleb Sullivan was visibly angrier. "Yes, I know the people you used to know in Gray City were all big-shot billionaires, far more sophisticated than me. I'm just a poor guy, but—"
"Caleb Sullivan!" Yolanda Greenwood promptly interrupted him, worried that if it continued, there'd be no stopping.
She forced a smile. "It's my treat today. Can we all just give me, your host, a little face and stop bickering, okay?"
Little Ella nestled in Yolanda's arms and timidly said, "Teacher said that arguing isn't what good children do."
"Alright, let's listen to Ella. Ella is the best little angel." Lola Gold glanced at Caleb Sullivan and reluctantly sat down again.
"No need for you to treat us. I'll handle it. I can afford a meal at least." Caleb ordered a few dishes himself, without consulting Lola Gold.