Samir's mother smiled at Emery and her own son as he took the chair opposite, smiling at the leftovers she'd warmed up. "Of course, it's no problem, dear," she chuckled. To her, both of the boys were her children and it was the same for Emery's mother who had become her close friend. Many a night they spent talking about their children and the future they would grow up into. Pausing before returning to the dining area and he embroidery project, she place a hand on both their chairs, drawing Samir's eye as he sensed the deep words coming. His mother just smiled though, shaking her head. "Boys, you really are the best children a mother could ask for. I know you'll only grow up to be more perfect too." With that, she slipped away, leaving the boys to their snack and homework.