After subconsciously straightening up, Natasha replied to her with the sweetest voice she could muster. As if she was a spoiled child talking back at her favorite person in the world.
"Sasha! [1] You know that I am just a little flustered right now."
"Heh."
Aleksandra smiled at the affectionate way Natasha called her. She knew it was a way to appeal to the motherly instinct that was deeply rooted inside her and she was sad to admit that it always worked. Anyways, she walked up to her and directed Adam to a chair facing Natasha.
The dining room was well-decorated and worthy of the like that could be seen in palaces. There was a long, way too long, table placed in the middle of the fancy room. From a glance, one could tell that the table was made of expensive wood as its surface was smooth and shined as light perfectly reflected along it.
