The aroma of homemade lamb and vegetable skewers, marinated in a mix of olive oil, garlic, and herbs, and served with a side of roasted kumara and steamed green beans filled the room when Thea served them.
"How's the flavor?" Elizabeth asked her son.
Ryder savored a bite, his eyes shutting in delight."Delicious..." he replied, his voice genuine.
"Then you should express gratitude to Thea." she said, her voice dropping a subtle hint about the surprise.
Ryder's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto Thea's, "I don't think she made all these."
"All these dishes are made by Grandma, but I helped her while making it."
"Then I should thank Grandma personally.."
"But..." He stopped, his eyes locked onto Thea's, his gaze intense.
Thea's heart skipped a beat, her eyes never leaving his.
"But what?" she inquired.
"I am not thanking you for this surprise." Ryder teased.
"Ryder, why are you jokingly provoking her?" his mom asked, her voice infused with a gentle admonition.
