"Uh-huh." Gideon got his little step stool and used it to get the plates out carefully, getting two just in case Holden needed an extra. He set one aside and carefully climbed down his steps, coming over with the plate. He had dropped a cup two days ago and it had been tragic, he cried for almost an hour over it so now he was hypervigilant and took his time.

"I get to meet them all? I'm in the ... the family?" He wanted to be, he didn't like being just alone. "Am I still a Fletcher?" His name was Fletcher. Gideon Fletcher. And Holden was Holden O'Shea. Could he be in his family if he didn't have the same name?