"Well there's me, Aunty Ann, my Dad and-" Two arms suddenly darted around her waist, she smiled and looked round and Edward. Who was clinging onto her protectively, glaring at Aven suspiciously. "And this is Edward, he's Aunty Ann's son." Although Edward was only eleven, he was still very immature in nature and very protective of Nessa.
Antoinette came over with a glass of Rum for Aven, carrying a glass of pineapple juice for Nessa. She hadn't even needed to ask, her aunty knew her so well. In a split moment, Antionette went from flirty host to stern mother as she directed her words at her son. "Eddie don't cling so tightly to Nessa, she's using a sharp utensil and doesn't need to cut herself because you want a hug." She told him sharply, Edward hesitated for a moment, before letting go. Then with a teasing look she opened her arms. "You could always cuddle mama." He looked at her blankly before darting away. Back to the doorway where he continued to peek out at Aven.