"So," I said, piercing a mushroom, tomato, and a piece of bacon with my fork. "Will you tell Grandpa or should I?"
"Why are you asking?" Jack said, eating a spoonful of baked beans.
I hate beans. I'd given him my share of the beans, and he'd given me an extra toast.
That's a man going after my heart.
"You said certain things should be left to the man in the relationship," I said, remembering how hurt I was by that. "So I'm not sure you'd like me to talk about our future marriage to my Grandpa."
"I'll talk to him," Jack said.
"Great," I said, buttering my toast. "Should we do it after we eat?"
"This soon?" he asked.
"Why not?" I said. "I'm skipping classes today, anyway, and you took the day off work. It's better to get the unpleasant bit done before we spend the day celebrating."
