Mem made it outside later that night after her successful journey downstairs. Most people had left by this point and she sat down at a table littered with half eaten cookies and desserts. My mom was talking to a couple who was on their way out when she noticed behind them that Mem was scooping food off of all of the plates. Mom was of course mortified, but there was nothing she could do without drawing attention to it. By the time my mom was finished talking there wasn’t a speck of food left on the table. You’d think we starve the woman.
All in all, my sister had a wonderful birthday party. Okay, it was really a graduation party, we just stopped correcting Mem after a certain point.