On the couch, Linda began to fidget uncomfortably, for no particular reason. She was having trouble getting comfortable. She slipped off her shoes and turned on the news.
The music upstairs stopped, and she heard Zoe come down the stairs to get a snack from the fridge. She turned. "Zoe, we'll be eating later."
"Yeah?" Zoe said. This wasn't news to her.
"Don't fill up now."
Zoe scowled a bit, resenting her mother telling her to do anything. Linda, on the other hand, found it rather hard to deal with Zoe challenging her authority. She wished Zoe would grow out of this phase.
Zoe grabbed something light, a compromise, and starting back upstairs, fidgeting uncomfortably herself.
