Victor looked away from the two (because it's impolite to look at such things) and stepped to the couch, gently extracting herself from the Lonnie-blanket (fold him, lay him flat?) and spreading him soft-careful over the couch.

Another snicker, and she stood behind a chair. She would glance at someone to ask if she had permission to be seated, but she didn't think it right to ask permission of someone five years younger than her, and she couldn't look at Cassie because she was doing the baby-feeding thing. So she just assumed that she had permission, and pulled the chair a bit, then sat. Awkward grin.