The soft clatter of takeout containers** being opened filled the dining room as Samantha and Aunt Amanda set the bags on the table.
Dinner tonight was a casual affair—no elaborate meals, just some Chinese takeout they'd picked up on the way back. The aromatic smells of stir-fried noodles, sesame chicken, and dumplings mixed with the scent of soy sauce, tempting even the less-than-hungry members of the household.
Don sat at the far end of the table, picking at his food more than actually eating. His mind wasn't entirely present. With everything going on, between Winter's introduction and his upcoming plans, it was hard to focus on trivial small talk. He appreciated that the others were more interested in the android than him—it provided some relief.
"So, Winter," Summer leaned in, balancing her chin on her hands, curiosity bubbling. "How fast can you run?"
