How Green Becomes Wood

Soon enough, Dark, Daizi, and Ivy came back downstairs, very ready to eat. Dark stopped briefly in the kitchen to bring flatbread out while Daizi put Ivy in her high chair, saying, "Dinner smells really lovely."

"As I was telling you," Dark said entering the dining room, "Alec helped with it."
 
"Do not sell yourself short, you also sizzled the peppers," Dark said, "and you helped assemble it... and technically you did slicing, not chopping."

"You are so pedantic, my love," Daizi chuckled. "Are you feeling any better or worse, Xander?"
 
"Slicing is harder than chopping. It takes a lot more concentration," Alec agreed.

"I guess about the same," Xander said. In truth, he was struggling to tell, but he thought it might have gotten worse. Not by a lot, though, just a little. Maybe. Mostly, it just ached. Sometimes, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain, especially when he tried to so much as twitch his foot. He's strained and sprained his ankles before, but this felt worse than usual. Maybe he was just overreacting.
 
"And that is why I must correct you," Dark nodded, "You deserve the credit."

Daizi frowned slightly, shifting her food around with her fork, "Well, if it does get worse, you need to tell us. I'll be cross if I find out you are downplaying anything in a misguided attempt to spare our feelings."
 
"I'm sure it'll be better by tomorrow, and if it's not, I'll tell you," Xander promised, and he meant it. He really did think it'd be better, but if it wasn't, he didn't want to deal with it any longer than he had to.
 
"Good," Daizi nodded, supposing she was satisfied with that.

Dark looked over at Ivy, who was happily eating her dinner, and said, "There are many parents at her playgroup who are stunned to learn she does not argue against these foods."
 
"We both are," Dark said, giving some due to his wife.

"I've met a lot of parents who will make one meal for the adults and a seperate, safer meal for their children," Daizi said, clarifying Dark's point for him, "and obviously there are some kids who are just naturally picky eaters and sometimes we've had to give up and feed Ivy something simple and palatable, but some of them have told us that since their older kid was picky, they don't even try to feed their younger kid 'adult' foods."
 
"That has to be so rough on everyone, and it would be so sad to miss out on trying new things," Alec said sadly. "I'm sorry for them, but glad for Ivy."

"Food is food," Xander said as if he hadn't just a few days ago spent hours trying to get a new cake recipe just right.
 
"If Ivy does not grow up to be an experimental eater, I will feel as though I failed a little bit," Dark admitted, using a napkin to wipe some of the food off of his daughter's face.

"I'm just really glad she's our last, because I don't imagine we could have an easier baby," Daizi admitted, "If we decided to have just one more, it's inevitable that one would be incorrigible."
 
"That's a good point," Alec snickered. "So, where do we rank in the easy-to-feed list?"

"Garbage disposal," Xander said dryly.
 
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