after a rare saturday lunch...

Gran: You see, her hair is covering one eye again. Asile you better hold her hand in case she falls.

Nat and Asile start gaping. We both mask that expression quickly with a uncertain smile.

saturday night was spent entertaining or being entertained by customers:

"i don't want this table! i called up very early to book you know? here so hot and stuffy... i called yesterday."

"eh miss, your free lobster on diet ah? so skinny, so little meat..."

"wah this pen so nice, i like. can i have it?"