Saka grinned, parading it around like he owned the place.
"You lot left it in the hallway last night. Couldn't risk security getting ideas, you know. I'd rather sell it myself on Amazon."
He set the trophy down gently on one of the buffet tables, playing with one of the rings a bit, and then he made his way toward Izan's table, sliding into the seat beside him.
The claps faded as the players each returned to whatever they were doing before, while Saka looked at Nwaneri, then at Izan, brow furrowed.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, reaching for a croissant.
Izan shrugged.
Saka smiled softly, shaking his head.
"Man, we're supposed to be celebrating, not recovering from it."
"Well, his stomach thinks otherwise, apparently", Izan replied, taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Someone please switch off the sun," Lewis-Skelly, in a hoodie, said as he entered the room, causing a few laughs to break out.
