[where robbie's from, if someone offers food, the polite thing to do is eat. even if it's not something you like, even if you've just eaten, if some well meaning tia or abuela or anyone offers up a plate of anything, you sit down, shovel a few forkfuls into your mouth and pay compliments to the chef. it's not worth the months of grief given after the fact if you refuse. trust him. he knows that all too well.
of course, that's a homecooked meal. fried potatoes from a commercial deep fryer hardly hold a candle to that, but the sentiment still rings true for him. he hopes she'll change her mind, she certainly seems like she wants at least one at any rate.
the smile that goes right up to his eyes is his victory dance as she finally admits that she'll go ahead and have one. sure thing. fries are like lays potato chips. bet you can't have just one he thinks but doesn't say, instead he laughs and grabs a fry of this own.
somewhere on kara's end of the table, atticus whimpers for attention. ]
You can have as many as you like. Kind of sounds like he wants some too.
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of course, that's a homecooked meal. fried potatoes from a commercial deep fryer hardly hold a candle to that, but the sentiment still rings true for him. he hopes she'll change her mind, she certainly seems like she wants at least one at any rate.
the smile that goes right up to his eyes is his victory dance as she finally admits that she'll go ahead and have one. sure thing. fries are like lays potato chips. bet you can't have just one he thinks but doesn't say, instead he laughs and grabs a fry of this own.
somewhere on kara's end of the table, atticus whimpers for attention. ]
You can have as many as you like. Kind of sounds like he wants some too.