Martha had a plate full of pancakes ready so we all sat around the large table.
Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.
They sat around the low table still scattered with pictures.
She wasn't the kind who sat around waiting to die, not when she wanted so badly to enjoy every day until she was no longer able to.
The trio sat around the office desk, looking over one another's shoulders at the neat handwriting in the old notebook.