"Hey, Peggy," she poked Peggy on the arm, "move over a bit, I want to sit here. Your dad will be sitting here in a while too. We can't just let you take up the middle, can you?"
Peggy looked around innocently.
She was such an innocent one.
There was plenty of space on both sides, Mrs. and Mr. Lewis could totally sit there.
Taking advantage of the situation, Lyke quickly stood up and said, "How can I let godmother and godfather sit on chairs? I should sit on the chair. You should sit on the couch."
"That won't do, that won't do. You guys are our guests, we can't let you sit on chairs," Mrs. Lewis immediately rejected the idea.
"Well, you are my elders. I can't just stretch out comfortably on the sofa, can I?" Lyke said.
With a gentle nudge to Mrs. Lewis's shoulder, he guided her to the sofa, "Please sit on the sofa, it will make me feel better."
After making sure Mrs. Lewis was comfortably sitting on the couch, Lyke hurriedly dragged his chair to sit next to Peggy.
