His neck muscles move up and down as he forces the overly large mouthful of pancakes down. “No, eat a lot of pancakes.”
I pick up the bottle of strawberry syrup that’s in the tray at the end of the table. I press my thumb down on the handle, tip the bottle, and douse the pancakes with red syrup. “That doesn’t seem significant enough for the list.”
Tyson stabs his fork into his pancakes as he shakes his head.
“No way. Everyone in the world should sit down and stuff themselves with pancakes at least one time in their life.” He shoves a bite into his mouth and then closes his eyes and inhales deeply.
“Especially ones this damn good. I swear I’m having a foodgasm.”
A chortle flees from my mouth and he opens his eyes searching happy. It’s the first time I’ve proven a sign of existence cons
