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"You look like a strong young lad," was David's response, referencing Samuel's obvious muscle tone. "Excellent. You can pick up Roman's slack while you're here!" He guffawed, clearly joking.
Daphne rolled her eyes and proceeded to usher the three men inside. The main house on the property was large, almost a mansion, with two storeys. It was long and wide, and fashioned in a style that indicated it was a couple of hundred years old. Daphne lead them into the kitchen, where she sat them down at the small round table and proceeded to set plates of tarts, cookies and little cakes down for them to snack on while she made tea.
"So who's here?" Roman asked his grandfather as he helped himself to a blueberry tart.
"Hillary and Patrick, of course ... Uncle Hadley and Greta are coming tomorrow with their kids." Roman lit up. He would get to see his favourite cousins. "You just missed Auntie Annabella, she was here a couple of weeks ago."
"Damn."
"So, Samuel, tell us about yourself," David insisted to his grandson's boyfriend as his wife set the tea down on the table. "All we know from talking to Stellan a little is that you play soccer, and now you're living in Melbourne with Roman. What are you studying?"