Both Dark and Daizi took the praise for their decor willingly. It was a lot of hard work making the house one a Victorian ghost would be proud to haunt. Ivy was just happy to see her brothers home but was quickly distressed to learn it was already bed time. Yes, she was tired, but why should that matter? She wanted to talk about things, too!
But, the next day was Saturday. It didn't mean much to Ivy, who didn't quite understand there were a set number of days in a week, but it was one of those special days where everyone was home. Not that it changed much, Alec and Xander were still busy, but Mama wasn't going away to the upstairs room. So it was a good day. And Daizi was having a nice time entertaining her daughter without worrying about if perhaps she should've been getting more work done, because it was a Saturday, and she deserved weekends even while working from home.
Meanwhile, Dark was on his laptop in the kitchen, keeping an eye on his wife and daughter in the living room, but primarily meal planning for the next month. His goal was to, eventually, make a year-long calendar, but doing that was a process and required a strong understanding of what everyone liked best. As Ivy jingled after a ball, he frowned lightly, remembering she was a wildcard which needed accounting for. How many dishes did everyone else in the family like, which she may end up hating? If everybody else liked it, it would only be fair that sometimes Ivy would need to be a big girl and eat it anyway, but it would also be fair to reduce its frequency in the rotation. That was already true for how the household functioned, of course, but almost two years in, he had the data necessary for everyone else.
He was just about to look up at what age is it acceptable to tell your child, 'this is your dinner, cope,' and at what point should the parent still provide an alternative meal when he noticed Xander had come up to him. Shutting his laptop, Dark asked, "Kulu tamamu?", which was roughly equivalent to, 'You okay?'
