Rod walked up the stairs, an annoyed look on his face. He said nothing when he passed Veira, just muttered something under his breath before disapearing into his office.
"You of all people know better than to sneak up on me Zakari!" She responded.
Zakari laughed. "Sorry." He grabbed the clear gloves from the cubbord beneth the sink and slipped them on. "So uh... what do you need me to do?" He asked, watching Beth slip the chicken in the oven.
Beth closed the oven door, then tunred to face Zakari, taking her gloves off and tossing them in the garbage. "I'm all finished with the cookin', so you can go and set the table. And fr bein' late and scaring me half to death, you'll clean up afterwards." She said matter-o-factly, and exited the kitchen.
Zakari sighed and grabbed the white glass plates that layed in a pile on the counter in the center of the kitchen, and walked out the swinging kitchen doors to the dinner table, which was seprated from the living room, only by a thin metal line, and the floor turning from carpet to tile. He set the plated down infront of all the decorative wooden chairs, humming softly as he did so.















