*Many years ago, Norphalia*
Lila: Bria, honey, I think it’s adorable that you’ve given our servants the night off so you can serve my parents yourself, but…
Bria: Look, I’m undead now and I still love you. We’ll make this work.
Lila, *kisses her*: Please get the plates. There are thirteen members of my immediate family and we’ll need three plates each, plus a bowl and a silverware set. Plus two for us.
Bria: I’ll be right back.
Lila: Just–just remember be careful about what you say to my mother tonight; you know she’s sensitive about her weight.
Bria: Of course.
*Bria enters the kitchen and sees a towering pile of dishes*
Bria: So…three for every thirteen and…um…wait.