Rose's attention was turned from her daughter back to the sink and her son-in-law as he delved down under the cupboards. She rested on the counter, biting her thumb lightly as Conor fiddled with the faucet, then finally retrieved the clogged screen. "Oh thank goodness," Rose muttered with a relieved sigh, ruffling her hair. She couldn't stand the idea of getting outside help to fix things such as plumbing and electrical problems, especially since it usually ended up being such a simple issue. Money was another issue. They weren't financially strained in any way at the moment, but house maintenance didn't come cheap. Again, Rose was pleased by the fact Alexia had married someone useful. Alexia was practical, aspects of it coming from Rose's own personality, and other bits being wholly her own.<br/><br/>Rose remembered why she had needed the sink, and gave her hands a quick wash. She flicked the water off her fingers, wiping the last bit of moisture off on her pants as she headed to the table which, thanks to the joint effort of Thomas, Alexia, and herself, was fully set and laden with food. She sat herself at on of the heads of the table, the kitchen to her immediate right, and Alexia on the chair to her right side. Alistair sat to her left, and normally her husband sat at the other head of the table facing her, but since he was out the chair was empty. "I suppose we've made extra, since David left without eating. Silly goose." Rose felt bad about forgetting to send David out with at least a piece of toast to tide him over. The absentminded man rarely listened to his body, since he was so focused on the potential of his mind. Rose hoped he would have at least enough sense to pick something up at the store to eat, hopefully not fast food. She wasn't overly religious when it came to eating right, but being a farm girl, the idea of overly processed food disgusted her. When she could have fresh eggs, milk, and meat right on her own farm, what was the point of getting ground up day-olds?<br/><br/>Rose looked down at her omlette and clasped her her hands together to pray. It was more a habit than religion, but it always felt good to Rose to be thankful as often as she could. She thanked God for the meal, their home, her children, and sent a quick prayer of safety to her husband. Lowering her hands she grabbed her fork and began slicing the omlette neatly, pleased with how it had turned out. Alexia was a good cook.<br/><br/>As she ate, she watched her family with a keen mother's eye. "This is good Alexia, thank you," she said before taking a sip of her water, which she suddenly remembered had been filled by Thomas. She would have to go to the sink later to fill it a little more substantially. "You know," Rose pointed with her fork in a factual manner, "I've heard that eggs are good for pregnant women. Full of protein and vitamins." As she took another bite of her omlette, her focus turned to Alistair. He had always been a...<span style="font-style: italic">peculiar</span>eater. Not expressly picky, but he liked things his own way, and didn't often completely finish a meal unless it was his favourite foods. Rose herself almost always cleared her plate, sometimes slower than most. Many times she had eaten an ice cream cone too slowly, causing a mess as it melted before she even got halfway.<br/><br/>Finishing her omlette, Rose rested her chin in her hands and watched her family eat, a small smile on her face.