“No, honestly, I couldn’t eat another thing.” Andy rubbed at his belly. “But it was delicious, all of it.”
“What about you, Craig?” Sam’s serving spoon hovered over the large bowl of trifle.
“Um, just a bit more then; it’s brilliant.”
Craig had a line of cream around his mouth; Luke got a fit of the giggles looking at him.
“What?” Craig said.
Luke told him and Craig wiped his face.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Andy asked, pushing away from the table. Turning to Sam, he said, “You must think we never feed him.”
“You don’t,” Craig mumbled through his food.
“And you also must think his mother didn’t bring him up with any table manners.” Andy gave Craig a glare.
Craig swallowed. “I’m a growing boy.”
That seemed to please Sam. Luke knew his friend partially judged a person by how much
