"Must have been the boy from last time. Ethan properly traumatized him that time," I waved it off. His keenness to observe things seemed sillier with the passing minutes. Where he was getting at with all these assumptions was beyond me.
"I'll bring us home food and then we can do our own work, okay?" I told him, ignoring his assumptions. I followed his previous quip and didn't give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me. I saw him nod and went to the kitchen to grab some plates and spoons and forks. I kneeled beside the glass table in front of the couch and placed the dishes filled with food on it. After disposing of the packets I came back and sat down. Anthony had his hands on his cell phone and he was typing furiously at it.
One more coming up. 500 stones for mass release, remember!