Edmund gave Mable a look, pleading her not to argue further on the matter.  She pouted, but seemed to acquiesce, at least for the moment.  The lemonade put her in a good mood, thankfully.

Seeing Tobias start his own plate, Edmund pulled his own closer and started on some of the greens.

"I'm eighteen," he said, sitting up a little straighter as he did.  "Mable is thirteen.  Um, we grew up on our own, but Mable's had a tutor.  Hence her... sociability.  She's very friendly, as you can see."  The girl beamed, hand covering her mouth, full of the steak pie.