Chapter 6Bassel was buzzing. Thor would come. Or he’d try to come. He looked across the table at Dag, who was staring at the nacho pot pie.
“What is this?”
“Nacho pot pie. You helped me make it.”
“I know, but…”
“Taste it. If you don’t like it, there’s always soup.”
Dag grinned and dug in as warmth filled Bassel’s chest. He couldn’t pinpoint the emotion, a mix of them, but he had a feeling he’d been tested. He wasn’t sure if he’d passed or not, but since Dag was content, he didn’t care.
“It’s good.” Dag spoke with his mouth filled with food.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth.” The words were out of Bassel’s mouth before he could reflect on what he was saying, and he froze as he stared at Dag.
“What?”
“My mother always said that to me. I never believed I’d say it to anyone.” But y
