She put an extra muscle into it after clearing all the paraphernalia off the top, it was looking spic as span but they didn't paid her to make everything look spic. They paid her to make sure it all looks new, and nothing has even a hint of depreciation. Angela clapped her hands twice after clearing the table, Sarah was unbelieveably quiet. She made a mental note of having a word with her when they are alone. For some strange reason she got like that whenever James was around recently, and for a wierd reason today James was acting a bit funny as well. He kept trying to make eye contact with her. Hmmm, maybe they can have a word after dinner tonight.<br/><br/>She watched James spill the jug of ice cold water, the boy was fumbling everything. She was glad she didn't ask him to fetch the bologne from the microwave before, Lord know what the boy is upto tonight. Putting her hands on her hips she eyes him coyly, a soft smile on her lips. "Well, bless the Lord you had a shirt on James, you don't wanna catch a cold on your 18th birthday now do you, hun? Come, follow me I'll fetch you another one." She walks over to Sarah, petting her head softly as she lays out her plate, and parks the tray right next to her side, whispering in her ear, "just shout for me if you need anything, hun. This won't take a moment."<br/><br/>Playfully yanking James by his lapels, she smiles. "Dinner later, young man. Clothes first. In caveman language, warm good ... cold bad, si? Capiche`?" She walks with him to his closet in the room and begins to fish through his clothes.