Showered, shaved, and dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a plain blue shirt, Mick came in through the sliding back door. He had long since stopped knocking, especially when he was expected.
“I hope you’re hungry,” said Benjamin. “I’ve been trying out a couple of new recipes.”
Mick approached the island, where steaming bowls of food stood, waiting to be served.
“Oh yeah,” he said, giving the feast the once-over. “I’m ya guinea pig, hey?”
“Yep. You got it.”
“What have ya made?”
“That’s a lasagne,” he said pointing. “That’s a potato gratin. That’s a veggie slice and this is steamed mixed veggies. There’s a sauce to go with them. It’s a packet sauce, so I cheated a bit there, but I tweaked it a little with some herbs.” Then he had a brainwave. “We should grow some herbs, too,” he said
