Dinner with the pups lasted longer than Emma had expected.
Bryan spent most of the meal telling Brandon about something that had happened at school during vacation, pausing every few minutes to show him exactly what he had done. Charlotte kept interrupting to correct his version of the story, while Elyon reached across the table whenever someone had something he wanted.
"Elyon," Emma said, catching his little hand before it reached Brandon's plate.
He looked at her, then slowly pulled his hand back.
A moment later, he reached toward Charlotte's plate instead.
Charlotte quickly moved it out of his reach. "That's mine."
Elyon frowned.
Brandon laughed under his breath. "You want more? Here." He added another serving to Elyon's plate, and Elyon's face lit up as he immediately reached for his fork. When it came to food, Elyon was exactly like Emma. He could eat more than anyone else at the table.
By the time dinner was over, Emma was ready for bed.
