“Dad, If you wanted to control the radio, You should have come in your Ninja.”

Ruth didn’t allow herself to turn from the screen. She barely allowed herself to pitch some dissatisfaction into her voice.

Her mom, though, still considered it a line too far. She flexed her biceps and turned to her daughter.

“Rutt, that is not how you speak to your father.”

Ruth really didn’t have the time for this, so she allowed a bit more lip.

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“Mom, don’t start, I have zero problems with changing course to Phobos Orbitas.”

Ok, maybe more than a bit.

At this point, dad, who really just wanted to listen to a song, and Ruth would have loved to let him have that much , but she literally couldn't, now tried to help.

“Girls!! I’m sorry Rutty.”

He was the only sapient alive who could get away with calling her that.

“I know this was very abrupt to you, and you didn’t have time for your baby to properly learn the way, and now you have to look after it.” She loved her Abba too.

He then turned to Imma, and she really did not want to hear this…

“Honey, you have to remember to pick your battles,” he said as he kissed her shoulder.

“Thank you, as soon as we have some privacy-“

well.

Ruth focuses very hard on the road.

“I’ve heard nothing, lets keep it that way.”

Grandpa better have a fantastic Seder Table.

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