Sarah was no more pleasant to her own mother than to anyone else, Jon was quickly realizing. He was getting tired of the constant backtalk, and was wondering when her father would get home so he could discipline her. After a couple of hours of work which he seemed to be doing on autopilot, dinner was ready, and Jon had a new appreciation for what his mother had done.
Being called "Mom" or "Mommy" was getting old, but "honey", "dear" and "babe" were simultaneously horrifying and somewhat exciting. "Dinner is excellent as usual, babe. D'you..." Sarah's father leaned in, whispering to Jon, "Think we'll have room for dessert?"
He grinned, and Jon just sat there, stunned. "Um..." He nodded before realizing what he was doing. "Yeah." Sarah's father grinned back, and Sarah took a moment in between bites of food to gag. "You need to learn how to whisper, Dad."
Jon smiled. This may not be so bad after all, if disgusting Sarah was involved. He was disgusted himself by what he'd agreed to, but there was nothing to be done about it, so he just ate in silence as slowly as he possibly could.
