Pete hesitantly tried a couple of beans. He hated broccoli. He chewed, put a few more on his fork, and chewed again. “I think I can taste a hint of the broccoli but it isn’t bad.” He took a third sample. “Not bad at all.”
Bear smiled sagely. “Changing the subject, thought after breakfast, if you didn’t have anything else on, we could make a start on kitting out your gran’s for her return home.”
Pete tightened his grip on his fork, emotions roiling at Bear’s offer. “That’s very generous, but don’t you have work to catch up on?” He nodded in the direction of the computer. “That programme you wrote?”
“Firstly, I didn’t exactly write the programme from scratch, and secondly, it’s Saturday. I deserve a day off. If I do need to work, then I’ll do it tomorrow.”
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