Lillian fidgeted in her seat, looking across the table she was sitting at. She stared at the mother, who smiled at her with her eyes closed. She grumbled and waited for the food to be brought out.
And eventually, it was.
Marionette left the kitchen and entered the living room. In both arms, she held their meals on top of plates, and the third held in a dark, shadowy arm that stretched out from her back.
She approached her mother from behind, placing it in front of her.
It was also where Lillian was able to get a good look at it.
It was a steak with a side of greens.
Lillian tilted her head at this sight. Marionette seemed to be rather fond of making this particular dish. Then, she smiled wryly:
'Or... This could be the only dish she knows how to make.'
Lillian watched as Marionette made her way around the table, moving behind her. Her eyes stared at the plate placed before her. As she was about to thank the Assassin, she shivered.
