Chapter Twenty-four
Nathaniel made a satisfied sound and turned off the burner he’d been using. Then he put the sandwiches together, leaving the top slices of bread next to them, ready for the sauces, and placed them on the table.
“Ah, crap,” he said, stopping as he was halfway to sitting down. “I haven’t offered you a drink.”
“Don’t worry. Just get your sandwich while it’s hot. To be fair, I could have made drinks while you were cooking. I guess we’re both a bit off it.”
Shrugging, Nathaniel sat. “All right, if you say so.” They reached for the brown sauce at the same time, then went through a silly you-first-no-after-you exchange before Isaac gave in and grabbed the bottle, squirted a liberal amount onto his bacon and passed the bottle to Nathaniel.
They dug in to their sandwiches i
