A TV School (Tete a tea)

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Helia slid into the booth next to Penny. She had brought a large slab of baklava which she quickly sliced up.
"What are mother and father arguing about?" she asked.
Alistaire pushed the plate of scones toward her.
"Oh no, mother is baking? Can we please just put them and us out of our misery and move into Sophia's apartment? They've been soaking up the sun in St. Petersburg for a month now and I'm worried one of my many siblings will take it."
Alistaire made a face as he bit into a scone.
"Think about it. Each of the kids could have their own room. Sophia left the old furniture for the kids and all the appliances including the utility sized washer and dryer."
"Helia, I'm just not sure about being in the same building as your parents. It was no surprise to me when Sophia and Socrates moved to an entirely different region of the country."
"They'll move back. The heat is terrible in Florida. In the meantime, we could have the space we need at a price we can afford which with our jobs is a miracle in this city. Let's at least look at it again before we make our decision."
"We won't have any privacy Helia." Alistaire said.
"We don't have any privacy now, do we Penny?" Helia countered.
Penny excused herself from the table. She disliked being drawn into their disagreements, and she wanted to talk to her grandmother. She hoped to have dibs on Cousin Hedda's old bedroom, and she knew Hera would help her.
Hedda's room was already painted a periwinkle blue. Hedda had painted all her furniture white and then stenciled forget-me-nots on each piece. There was a linen closet that had been incorporated into the room as the floor had been carved up into evermore bedrooms for the growing family. Penny wanted it for her library which was currently stored in boxes in the storage locker at the apartment.
Penny climbed the stairs to her grandparent's apartment on the second floor. When she entered the room she found Quade sleeping on the couch. Hera was rocking quietly in a cozy stuffed chair. She motioned Penny into the stillness of her little kitchen. Nicholas had offered many times to enlarge the kitchen, but Hera wouldn't hear of it. The kitchen was her by-invitation-only domain, and she preferred to keep the guest list small.
"Quade threw up." she whispered. "Something about pirate toes? He was too sick to explain and after cleaning up I don't want to know."
Penny smiled. "He's trying to win a spy glass. He has to eat the most Oatey Toes Cereal It's gross, but he's determined."
Putting the tea kettle on the burner, Hera brought out the small box of tea she kept just for Penny.
"Well, have they decided yet?" Hera asked.
"I don't think so. Daddy's worried about our Presbyterian Sundays. He thinks they'll just become Greek Orthodox Sundays, and we'll be stuck like Aunt Sophia and Uncle Socrates."
"I see. What if I moved our Sunday dinners to Hercules' restaurant on Presbyterian Sundays?"
"Dad would like that."
"We can do that. Half the church will be there anyway."
"Yaya, we are half the church."
"So now the entire church will eat together every other Sunday; it's Biblical. I may even make Hercules mark down the buffet. If nothing else gets the Scotsman there, a bargain will."
"Yaya, Presbyterian Sundays are just for us."
"I know, but I miss you."
"I love you, Yaya."
"I love you, too."

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