Trisha has no desire to segue into the strike, either - not on such a pleasant day, spending what's meant to be a happy family get together with one another. Perhaps the boys will discuss it later on the porch, but...Trisha doubts that, all things considered. It's not the sort of atmosphere for that sort of thing.

The store is a bit more precarious; people would always need food and the like, yes, but if more and more of them couldn't afford it...

"Oh, me too. It takes me back to my school days...Artemis is even going, did I tell you? With that nice young Virgil boy. I'll have to get pictures - and I'll bring them to the next dinner, of course." Taking family pictures was pretty much one of Trisha's biggest hobbies. As long as there were smiling photographs of all of them together, she didn't mind what happened. That would be enough, wouldn't it? "And Hohenheim signed up to chaperone."