David's mother was extremely excited setting the table as if it were Christmas Eve dinner. Of course there was no hay under the white tablecloth, but the tableware was festive.
"Do you really think what I cooked will be enough?" she nervously asked David.
"Mom, stop freaking out. He's just an ordinary guy, not some foreign prince."
"Well, yes, but I want him to feel welcome in our house and..."
"Believe me, compared to whether he feeds himself every day, your dinner will be a feast for him."
This seemed to calm her down a little, but only a little. David couldn't take it anymore.
"Let her get excited," his father admonished him. "After all, you know how rarely we have visitors."
"Well, yes, but to make so much noise for Meiden?"
"He's your superior, after all," he said.
"No one invites their bosses home these days. Licking someone's ass like that has long gone out of fashion."
