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The natives are restless. They're starving!

As she gestures to the dip tray, Bonnie says:


Here, Nate, take this in...

Nate picks up the dip tray, as Stacy hands him another glass tray featuring pigs in a blanket and mustard sauce:


And this one too, Dad...

As he balances one tray in each hand, Nate quips:


Oughta keep 'em occupied...for at least a couple of minutes.

Nate is gone, back through the swinging door.

Over at the kitchen sink, Bonnie washes her hands. She has been thinking:


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