"What are you doing in here?" Summer Gardner hurriedly tried to push her out, "Your dad's going to argue soon, and you shouldn't breathe in this smoke. You're pregnant, go wait outside."
"Mom, I'm fine now." Ivana Bennett hugged her arm, "In a few days I have a show in New York, would you come and watch it?"
Summer Gardner coughed lightly, "First-class tickets, a presidential suite, and... get me a couple of British butlers to help out... Also, my personal appearance fee is usually quite high, but for the sake of my son-in-law, I'll give you a 10% discount!"
"Dad!" Ivana rolled her eyes immediately, "Check out your wife, she's really something."
"Of course she is. Don't think you're all that just because you were a former prime minister, the lady of our house here is a bona fide queen." Logan Bennett placed the finished dish onto a plate, handing it to Summer Gardner, "Queen… here, serve the dish!"
"I think I'm more like a maid, when do queens ever serve the dish?"
