"Dakota, will you help me set the table?" I asked, placing a platter of pancakes on the table. I grabbed a stack of plates from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer and handed it to him.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Mica said, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
"Would you mind pouring the orange juice?" I asked.
Once corner of his lips curled into a smile as he raised an eyebrow.
I laughed. "Hey! If I'm cooking, then you guys are helping."
Mica chuckled. "Sounds like a good deal to me." He rose from his seat, poured the orange juice, and then set them all on the table.
"Is there anything else I can do to help?" Dakota asked.
I looked over and the table had been set. "Yes. You and Micah, go ahead and eat." I waved a hand toward what was now a mountain of pancakes. Once the pancakes were ready, I sat next to Dakota again. He took my hand and squeezed it under the table.
