Madeleine's smile widened. She could get to like Ms Fernandez.

"Oh yes please," she smiled. "Some iced tea would be lovely, thank you."

She hadn't liked iced tea at all for the longest time, until her son started making it on a regular basis; figuring it was better than cola for him, she'd taken to leading by example and drank it with him. Simple time and José's penchant for making his teas exceptionally sweet had marginalized her dislike of the bastardization.

José fixed her with a glum look, but she just patted him on the shoulder and smiled on her way into the kitchen.

They grow up so fast, but in some ways they hardly grow up at all.