Aiden stared at her as she put down the bowls and unfolded the stools. He leaned over to Bryce and asked, “What is she doing?”
Sinna nudged him with her knee and gave him a stool to sit on. “You wanted bowls, I did one better. We are going to eat like civilized human beings.”
He looked at the stool as if it would bite. “I don’t need a pointy hat.”
“Aiden, I spent way too long shoveling food into my mouth with my fingers,” she said, brokering no arguments. “I need this. Humor me.”
“You do realize I am two hundred and seventy pounds of muscle, and one of my ass cheeks will snap that thing in half, right?”
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