We have sushi for lunch. I think everyone's a little calmer today.
I have sushi for lunch. Sam walks through the front door and smells. He sees the sushi and his stomach makes noises.
I tilt my head at him. You don't talk shop, you get a bite.
Sam shakes, eyes at me, hands shaking, teeth clenched. Trying to hold himself back.
You don't talk shop, you get food.
Sam sits down. Zip mouth, lock, throw away the key.
We have sushi for lunch.