"You can come in," Avi replied his wife, eyes still on the table in front of him. More out of habit than out of distrust, he restacked a pile of the papers they had been looking at, covering the more sensitive details.<br/>When Sinead opened the door, Avi glanced up, meeting her eye with a smile.<br/>"Are you kids about done with your homework?" Sinead teased, no ill will to her voice. She didn't mind Avi's erratic work hours, and when her husband leaned back in his office chair, she felt reaussred he had taken no offence to her question.<br/>"We still have a bit to go, yeah," he said, though it didn't manage to fully reciprocate the line of the tease. His eyes darted first to the wall clock, and then to Tanis. "What do you say, Tanis? Should we take a break?"<br/>Sinead's hand slipped from the door handle when Avi directed the deciding power to the woman sitting across from him. Instead, Sinead's hands found her skirt, palms thoughtlessly brushing down the front of it as if to straighten an invisible fold.<br/>Her eyes, however, found Tanis' with a crooked smile. "I hope you haven't sat here starving, I'm certain he's forgotten to offer you any."