( He definitely waits to swallow that piece of bread before making it clear he doesn't feel like he's being kept apart.

"I get it. I'll be here waiting. Or, out if Mia drags us." He suspects tonight will be about letting loose. (He may have also floated the idea.)

Oliver stands at the head of the table, holding his glass up. )

I wanted to make a toast. To the homecoming we've been waiting for, and to future family, to friends. We don't know what the world will bring us, but we know that we have each other. Even if we aren't on the same continent. Family will always be there.

( The group starts to dig in when there is a knock at the front door, echoing through the manse. )