“Thank you,” Mitch said, patting his stomach. “That was wonderful.”
And he didn’t just mean the food. Normally he ate alone or with Morwenna, but her food choices rarely meshed with his.
“Glad you enjoyed it. There’s more pie if you want.”
Mitch shook his head. Yes, he could have eaten more—even though it was store-bought, it was a good pie—but he’d already had seconds and he didn’t want to cause John to wonder how he could eat so much food and not be fat.
“I should do the washing up, but…” John sighed and rubbed at his own stomach. “It can wait until later.”
“I’ll give you a hand.” Mitch picked up his plate.
“No, no.” John waved his hand. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They argued good-naturedly, Mitch getting his way eventually.
Gathering up the dessert things, Mitch carried them into
