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[irrationally]

'oh, there's an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!'

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[irrationally]

That's Alice's cue to get up - considering she's doing so, moving over to help setting the table, especially when her mother is using that tone of all tones. She's grabbing the plates from a cupboard, holding them in her arms, but then turns towards Crowley for a moment.

"Mom.. It's okay. You know we love you, right?"

She figures she can easily use that 'we', considering there's not a doubt about whether her parents love each other. It's entirely obvious.

[salutosinedelectat]

Momentarily saved from the frustration of watching people fussing about barely eloquent quips thrown rudely at each other as a means of distraction from the somewhat interesting dishes they are supposedly preparing (which he takes several mental notes about), he gets off the couch and steps into the question to help - with his wife's disposition, first.

"Dearest, you know she can't hold a candle to anything you do." He approaches her, resting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "And your lemon squares are the best in town."