"Eat plenty later, Andor. Keep Holly's dad company," Brooke Jarvis called out to the living room from the kitchen.
Andre Quincy nodded. "Holly's dad, come on, let's play a game. Moira, go get the board."
Seeing Mortimer Quincy clearing the table, Holly Winslow instinctively said, "Dad, I'll go." With that, she went THUMP-THUMP-THUMPING up the stairs.
Wyatt Winslow glanced in her direction. Mortimer Quincy couldn't help but laugh, then put down what he was holding and followed her upstairs.
He entered the storage room just as Holly Winslow was coming out with the game board. He leaned against the doorway and raised an eyebrow. "Well, wife, you're a natural at this."
"Of course! Have you forgotten who I am? The Quincy family's little daughter-in-law." Holly Winslow chuckled, handing him the game board.
Hearing her call herself "the Quincy family's little daughter-in-law," Mortimer Quincy nodded in approval. "Wife, you've got the right idea."
