Quality time
Elio's mom was a simple person.
They had a big house but they did not have that many servants since she liked working and doing most of the things by herself.
There surely were people around to keep things in place, but most of them had been a part of this house for over a decade now.
They were no less than a family to the people that lived here. They were special and so were their roles.
"You all seem tired. Will you be resting or shall we make something to eat together?"
She might not be as good at cooking as the two young girls she was sitting with, but there were a few things that she simply made better than anyone else here.
There were things that she simply had mastered. There was no one in this house, perhaps in this entire neighborhood that could match her when it came to those things.
And one of those things, one of those simple yet essential things was Coffee.