Penelope's pov
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Where's your father?" She asked, looking behind me.
"He went up to have a bath," I told her. We dished the foods into chafing dishes before placing them on the table. "There is something missing," Mom said, walking back into the kitchen. Dad came back while she was still there "Where is your Mom?" He asked. They always ask after each other when the other isn't in sight.
"Kitchen" Mom came in after, setting another plate on the table.
"Are we expecting someone?" I asked, looking at the plates placed beside mine.
