“Chase, honey, you okay?” I asked as I watched him push meatloaf around on his plate. He’d eaten only about half, so unlike him. Meanwhile, I’d finished all my chicken, despite having spent most of the time talking.
“Yeah, sure. Of course.” He sat back and caught sight of Michelle. “Time for dessert!”
I gave a playful groan. “I am too full for dessert!”
Chase looked taken aback, shock all over his face. I didn’t know why. I rarely, if ever, had room for dessert when we ate here. The portions were just too generous. Sometimes, I couldn’t even manage a bite of his dessert.
“But…” Chase floundered for a minute. “You have to.”
I squinted. “Okay? Um, why don’t we take something home for later then?”
“No, that won’t work. Michelle made a cake just for us! A chocolate almond cream cheese thing. We have to eat it here so she can see us enjoy it.”