The children giggle, throwing silverware and bits of napkin at each other while little feet kick furiously under the cover of the tablecloth.
The dog pitifully yaps, begging to be let out of its crate to enjoy the meal he's smelled cooking all day long.
Aunts and uncles chatter loudly about the insignificant, refilling their wine glasses one too many times.
Grandma slumps forward in the high-backed chair, snoring gently while false teeth click together.
"Ahem!" knife clinking loudly against glass, "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing..."
The meal has begun.
This post was written in response to this week's prompt from Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus. The prompt this week: "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing". Word count not to exceed 100 words plus the prompt.