"Good evening, Jones, good evening, Edith. My brother is here. Please be ready to serve him some coffee,"
Lola Hussey cheerfully instructed.
Jones and Edith immediately went to prepare.
Simon Watson gave a low chuckle, his voice clear: "Lola, you're even calling me your brother now. Are you still being so polite to me?"
Lola replied enthusiastically: "Of course!"
Jones and Edith served a very refreshing freshly squeezed juice, with dried fruits and hawthorn dew.
Lola, with her sweet tongue, said: "Brother, eat."
Simon knew well the little plans Lola had in mind. He said to her, "Lola, eat too."
And pushed the dried fruit platter towards Lola.
"Brother, don't be so polite," Lola pushed the dried fruit platter back, then also pushed the freshly squeezed juice closer to him, "I am pursuing a life of comfort, warm food and clothes every day."
Simon took a sip of the juice with a doting smile.