Satisfied with your breakfast, you return to the kitchen to greet your father and sister more warmly this time, sitting at the counter with a plate of avocado toast and a glass of water to snack on. Not even your father is troubled by the pleas of your meal as the three of you chat over breakfast, having long ago become accustomed to sending males down your gullet, and the gullets of your sisters, and mother.

“Lily and I were talking about Christmas plans. Do you have any suggestions Elle?”