"What's that?" Tavvy asked, his eyes big.
"This," said Aline, "is a frittata. And you're all going to eat it." She slammed it down onto a metal trivet in the center of the table.
"Don't like frittata," said Tavvy.
"Too bad," said Aline, crossing her arms and glaring at each of them in turn. "You made Helen cry yesterday, so you're going to eat this frittata — which, by the way, is goddamn delicious — and you're going to like it. It's what's for breakfast and since I'm not Helen, I don't care if you starve or eat Cheetos for every single meal. Helen and I both have a lot of work to do, the Clave isn't giving us an inch, all she wants is to be with you guys, and you are not going to make my wife cry again. Understood?"
The younger Blackthorns nodded, wide-eyed.