We ate together.

I asked about the dinosaur’s leg.

Ethan had tightened it while I was out.

Noah demonstrated three times, and Ethan reminded him that a repaired dinosaur still should not jump from the counter.

If someone had photographed us, they would have seen an ordinary family eating lunch before a birthday.

The folder stayed in my bag.

After Noah went to the living room, Ethan lowered his voice.

“How was Howard?”