After Winter announced that dinner was ready, she made her way upstairs to inform the rest.
A few minutes later, everyone gradually made their way down and settled around the dining table. Don took the head seat with Ms. Claire seated nearby, while the others filled in around them.
Winter, meanwhile, stayed in the kitchen, tending to the dishes and wiping down counters methodically.
As Ms. Claire picked up her utensils, she cast a glance toward the kitchen, her eyes lingering briefly on Winter's efficient movements. "The android is quite helpful," she remarked lightly, adjusting her fork in her hand. "I might consider getting one when I'm old."
Beside her, Sylvia leaned forward, shaking her head. "You don't need an android, Mom. I'll take care of you."
Ms. Claire's lips curved into a small, amused smile as she began cutting into her food. "I appreciate the sentiment, dear, but you can barely take care of yourself. I'd rather not take my chances."
