“Are you?” Sam’s gaze traveled over him. “You don’t need to lose weight.”
Leo wiggled a hand. “I don’t need to put on any, either, and I’ve been awful about working out, with the press and the premiere…I should go for a run, at least. Or find the hotel gym. Not now. In the morning.”
“I’ll come with you.” Sam’s eyebrows had a small line between them. “You should get to eat what you want.”
“Oh, I do. Mostly. I’m not exactly known for self-deprivation. Unfortunately I also have to fit into a villainous time-traveling space wizard jumpsuit at some point in the next couple of months.”
“Leo…”
“This one’s got grilled chicken and plantains and sweet potatoes and a wild bee-balm-and-marigold salsa. I don’t know what that is, but I want it.”
“Bee balm?”
“And edible marigolds. I’m fascinated.
