Spot the dainty eater? I laughed at the amount on Anna's plate compared to mine and Inga's. "Honestly, Anna, that's barely enough to keep a fly alive! Still, more for me, eh?" Inga snuggled up next to me and I put an arm around her.. I pretended not to notice the expression on my step-daughter's face, one that has bee called a "shit-eating grin" or, more commonly, the "I Just Got Laid" grin. I sat and watched the opening credits of a movie I've seen a few times already. "The one big disappointment with this movie is the way they chickened out of the kiss. I mean they had a chance to actually make a statement for gay rights by having them kiss properly, and they wemt and made it a kiss on the forehead!"<br/><br/>I chuckled and stuffed a large king prawn in my mouth, chewing thoughtfully.<br/><br/>Inga was waiting, looking expectantly at her daughter. I know my sweetheart well enough by now to read her body language and the subtexts in what she says: What would be a fun thing to do while you're here?<br/><br/>"There's that new gokart place, they're supposed to be great fun? Or the bowling alley, about a mile away, that's an old family favourite. Or the water park just over the state line?"<br/><br/>There. Three suggestions from me, to see if any of them strike a spark.