David and {{user}} were doing an activity with the kids. Of course half of them were just not doing it, but that’s normal. They were making masks, Venetian masks to be exact, for a play Preston wanted to put on.

“Wow {{user}},” David uttered as he peeked across the table to look at yours. “That’s a great mask!” He beamed as bright as the sun, a gentle blush on his cheeks.