Killing Our Grandchildren

Killing Our Grandchildren is Paintball the way Jesse would have written it.
Jesse grabbed a handful of dried cranberries, flicked one at Rob then ducked under the table. Rob, unable to resist the challenge, threw the cranberry back when Jesse's eyebrows rose amongst the forest of glasses and bowls. Amy, Gus and Ben were bringing the last of the serving dishes to the table. Jesse, having eaten most of the cranberries, looked for some fresh ammunition.
Rob tried to escape further bombardment by tapping his glass and announcing, “I believe toasts are in order.”
Ben groaned. Natalie steered her rambunctious first grader into the chair beside her.
“One toast,” instructed Julia.
“If you insist, my dear. Ladies and gentlemen, please ensure your glasses are charged.”
Jesse watched her mother pour apple juice into her glass and immediately reached for it. Natalie gently restrained the outstretched hand and whispered, “Wait until Uncle Rob has finished his speech.”
Jesse promptly sang out, “Hurry up, Uncle Rob.”
“Yes do, I’m starving,” said Gemma with a wink to Jesse.
“We are ten and a half,” said Rob, widening his eyes at Jesse, “who have come to know one another over the last year. Ten. Signifying so many things: plagues, commandments, tithes, orders of magnitude and not the least our number of fingers.” He wiggled his fingers at Jesse who giggled. “At the beginning of this year, we thought the world had ten years to reverse global warming ...," Jesse twirled her fingers in a 'get on with it' motion,' "... and give our children a chance of survival.” Jesse began flapping her fingers and thumb in the universal sign for 'yack, yack, yack'. "Now one of those years is gone and nothing much has changed." Jesse made the rolling motion for 'blah, blah, blah'. "We can only hope that the impact of climate activists will increase by many orders of magnitude.” Rob scooped a spoonful of green peas from the bowl in front of him, expertly splattered them all over Jesse, then raised his glass, “Here’s to paintballing.”