Every one of the brothers but Fives goes still at the General's words, caught completely flatfooted by such a simple statement. It's just a moment's stillness and quiet, but it's 'loud' in comparison to the mealtime bustle of just a moment ago.

"You should come to movie night," Fives interjects cheerfully into the sudden quiet, and the clatter of knives and forks resumes as if that was a cue, followed by a chorus of agreement. "It's Thursday this week, since that's the night most of us will actually be home.