<div style="text-align: justify;">Pam nodded when Travis and Alexis agreed that they would like some tea. She added some water and more herbs to the tea and made them each a cup as well. Once the tea was done, Pam sat down with a sigh. She had to admit she was feeling exhausted, and the funeral hadn't even happened yet. It would be a very long day for everyone.<br/><br/>When Travis said he was a baritone, Pam nodded. "I suspected it, but I wasn't sure", she replied.<br/><br/>His answer made her show a relieved smile. She knew it was not the kind of song he would often sing, but it made her grateful that he was willing to try. "We can make a test run whenever you want. I will play it at the piano after we get home, but my voice doesn't really carry, I think yours would sound better", Pam explained quietly.<br/><br/>She added with a gentle smile afterwards. "That, and you are family, after all. I feel it would be nice if you would like to participate".<br/><br/>Pamela was about to say something else when a new set of footsteps sounded. After a moment or two, Peter stepped in the kitchen. <br/><br/>It looked as though Pamela had been switched for someone else. The sad, but slightly carefree woman who was keeping a pleasant conversation vanished. "Good morning", Peter murmured, while his wife shot up from her seat. "I will make you some tea", she murmured, and the man simply nodded, taking a seat right next to the one she had vacated.<br/><br/>After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke again. "So... what were you all talking about?", he asked, not really directing the question at anyone.</div>