Mason glanced at the croissant, then at Helen, and then he opened his mouth to bite into it. The croissant was neither little nor large. Mason looked a little funny as a result of his cheeks swelling up as he took a bite.
"Do you want some oats?" Helen enquired.
Probably because he was choking, Mason nodded.
Helen then gave him a mouthful of porridge, which he struggled to swallow.
Helen warned him, "Don't take such a big bite."
"Do you think poorly of me?" Mason asked out of the blue.
Helen was taken aback by his inquiry, but she wasn't worried about him. All she feared was that she would be stuck with the guilt if he choked to death. She didn't want to say it, though, because she knew that would make Mason angry.
Are you concerned about me? Mason inquired once again.
Mason seemed
