Gramma Lisanne: sitting at the table downstairs

Grandpa Bob: sleeping in his chair

Cousin Stacy: Mommy why gramma not giving me ice cream!!??? (there isn’t any.)

Auntie Jamie: whispers Honey, there is none..

Auntie Kris: I wish I was the leader of a cartel in Mexico right now getting bank... (???)

Cousin Finn: in the back, awkwardly says Hey... waves with other hand in pocket

Cousin Ruby: too busy doing makeup and texting to eat

Uncle Paul: reading his bible (You’re upstairs in your room.)