God, now Sarah was on Angie's lap. Couldn't anybody keep anybody's heads off other people's laps today? James just hoped neither of them, Angie especially, tried to lay their head on his lap right now. He wasn't sure he could avoid them touching - touching<em>him</em>in exactly the wrong, or exactly the right way, depending on how you looked at it. Just trying to hide it was getting to be an incredible annoyance, now, nevermind all the complications with Angie, and Sarah...<br/><br/>"...excuseth your humble servant and make your way to the dinner table, pretty pleaseth?" Angie finished, watching him stand awkwardly in the doorway with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She really loved to play this weird idea of an eighteenth century maid, always curtsying and bowing and forsooths and whatnot, which was nice enough except that it clashed a few time periods together in the weirdest way. She'd even bought a set of frilly aprons and lace, just so she could wear it once in a while, like tonight. James hadn't thought about it at the time, but he had since figured out the only logical place to get one of those would be - well, at a sex shop or an online fetish costume site or something. That's what he thought, anyway. It was also possible he was just, well, viewing things through his sexually-charged frame of reference.<br/><br/>"Alright Angie" he said, trying not to be as awkward as he felt. Sarah seemed to be watching him, a slight blush upon her cheeks. Was she... no, it was probably just because she was on Angie's lap. Who wouldn't blush, so close to Angela like that? "You too, Sarah," he added, patting the seat next to him. It was probably wiser to keep away from Angie right at this moment, just to keep from anymore - clumsy accidents.<br/><br/>James picked up the sandwich as Sarah moved to her seat, and bit into it. "Mmmm, delicious!" he said delightedly through a mouthful of crumbs, forgetting his worries for a moment. "Have you got more in the kitchen, Angie?"<br/><br/><br/>