[Just whose birthday is it, huh? Or is laughing present number three? (Or four? Are they up to four? Does dinner count?) Billy lifts a hand to cover his mouth, shaking his head, and finishes up with the rice, adding the stir fry mix and carrying Teddy's plate over. He'd tried for two but his wrist basically went "nope, nope, too heavy", so apparently that's a bust.]
What can I say, it's my kryptonite. [He passes the plate, brows lifting.] Dinner is served.
[COULD MAKE IT WORSE IF I TRIED]
What can I say, it's my kryptonite. [He passes the plate, brows lifting.] Dinner is served.