George arrived at exactly seven, arms full of takeout containers that definitely weren't pizza.
"I took initiative," he announced, kicking the door closed behind him. "Chinese food. Better than your predictable pizza order."
"We like pizza," Luca protested from the couch.
"You're obsessed with pizza. There's a difference." George set the containers on their small dining table. "Also, I got extra spring rolls because I know you'll steal mine otherwise."
"I wouldn't steal your spring rolls."
"You absolutely would."
"Okay, I would. But only because you eat too slowly."
Noel emerged from the bedroom where he'd been changing into comfortable clothes. "Hey, George."
"Noel. Voice of reason. Tell Luca he's a spring roll thief."
"He's definitely a spring roll thief," Noel confirmed. "I've lost many spring rolls to him."
"Traitor," Luca said.
"Honest."
