Mikh'a could not be deterred in his delight at seeing Gran fail at catching the bit. As he crawled over to Gran, he flopped his face into the porkling's belly with indiscernable babbles that were interrupted by more giggles of youthful delight. Luxore broke away from ChaCha and Sara to pluck up Mikh'a, who gave grunting whines of displeasure at being pulled away from Gran. His ears even drooped with dislike.
Meanwhile, while patting at Ellie's back, she gave ChaCha a softened smile that was mostly apologetic when she saw him jump at Gran's plight. "H-He' been handling the responsibility rather w-well. He only ever h-hit t-the littles ones with i-it once or twice and learned h-his lesson that it w-was bad." With a tilt of her head towards the table, she silently beckoned him near the table. "Y-You can sit besides me, i-if you'd like." Sara took a spot in the middle, which meant ChaCha would be seated right besides the head of the table.
Booming steps came up the stairs while Lili continued setting out plates and dishes and Lux got Mikh'a situated in a elevated chair in the middle of the table across from Sara. The figure who emerged was a large midlander who easily towered over everyone else in the household with Lux being the closest to his height. Though highlander in height, his build was a touch too lean. He had wider eyes as well, the crimson irises alight with dry humor while he eased himself into a chair at the head of the table.
"Smells good, Ma." Lili ruffled his hair as she passed and eased into the chair in front of ChaCha's seat. The spread was a rich, hearty chili with two loaves of warm corbread. A dish of butter was to the side as well as a jar of honey, salt and pepper shakers, and shredded cheeses. A large garden salad in a bowl with some vinagerettes were besides the cornbread.
"Help yourselves!" With Ellie on one shoulder still dozing, Sara began to make herself a bowl and the others followed suite. The late coming midlander glanced to ChaCha with a smirk that matched the dry humor still reflected on the rest of his face. "You're the Doman smith, aye?"
