Angela quickly chopped off the corners of the bread, and began tossing in spoonful of bologne till they were stuffed. Then putting a layer of cucumbers, pickle and olives she poured her home made honey mustard sauce on top of it. She looked around to see both of them whispering and giggling, but for some reason Sarah seemed a bit down. Thinking it might be something at school, or maybe just that part of the month she put the sandwiches on a tray and carries it to the lounge again. The table she wanted to put the tray on appeared to be a bit littered, it was the one right in front of the couch where the kids were sitting, and between the television set.<br/><br/>"Sandwiches are ready guys ... " She smiles, and then puts on a facade` of being disoriented. "And how many times have I asked you sweetly to please don't use this table for your magazines and glasses. I have to go about clearing it several times a day?" She ruffles Sarah's hair again on her way to the table, and then begins to wipe it, bending to allow her maximum leverage. A few minutes of that and she stood up again, going back to the tray as she watches James looking at her again, she smiles back. There was some kind of tension in the air, maybe she will get them to discuss it while they are having dinner, Angela thinks. She finally sets the table, and passes the carefully wrapped sandwiches to both of them.