Though Sinead was a devout Christian, the couple had never integrated grace into their routine; Avi had picked up his fork the moment Sinead joined them at the table with a plate of her own.<br/>"Don't draw the line at that," he finally interjected. His eyes left his plate in favor for the young woman besides him, and, as he thoughtlessly turned the fork in his hand, he offered her a kind smile. "That requires neither time nor effort."<br/>At that, Sinead hummed in agreement.<br/>"Well, we'd have to unfold the sofa," she offered after a moment, a joking correction to the grandeur of Avi's statement.<br/>Avi made a face at that, knowing Sinead was, technically right. His eyes had once again returned to the plate, pushing at the steaming stew with his fork.<br/>"Alright, so it requires<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>time and effort," he reluctantly admitted. He had by then chosen the best piece of potato, raising it off the plate. His eyes met his wife's over the the potato speared onto his fork, and, for the first time, it was his turn to address her with a knowing grin. "- but I'm certain Sinead would gladly do that."