Susanna hummed softly as she cook, a habit she had picked up before Robert came into her life to make the house feel more lived in. He said that he liked her humming, so she continued the practice. She did not like the chatter about the battles the men had fought, but allowed it anyway. Boys would be boys, on or off the battle field.<br/><br/>It was when the discussion slid into sides and colors that Susanna grew silent, her back towards the men as they realized their political differences. Slowly Susanna felt her hand drift toward the kitchen knife, gripping its hilt as the awkward silence grew. No matter what, she would not allow a battle to break in her kitchen. She may feel inclined to the Sargent for giving them child, but it was Robert that she loved. At last, the phase past and Susanna felt herself relax and release the knife. Uncomfortable with this conversation, she pushed between the men and set the steaming pot in the center of the table. "No more talk of this war during dinner," she said, wagging a spoon at them. "Under this roof, we eat as a family. And I don't want little Aedan upset," she said spooning the stew into bowls and passing them around.<br/><br/>She smiled rubbed Robert's shoulders, making sure the men were fed before herself. Satisfied, she took a small bowl and settled at the table, listening to the many conversations. Eventually, against her advice, the war and exciting battles were brought into the light again. Susanna rose sharply, purposely making a ruckus. "Why do we even need this war?" she asked shrilly, surprising the soldiers. "What good does it do besides kill our babies and leave behind widows? I mean look at you, not a single man over 20. You are just<em>children</em>, for godsakes!" She sighed with frustration and crossed her arms, marching out of the kitchen. "I need some air," she mumbled behind her.