“Nobody’s eaten.” Braydon says quickly.
“Good.”
What comes out of the bag should be illegal. There’s Lasagna packed into a deep dish container, the cheese on top still holding its golden crust, a separate box of garlic bread wrapped in foil, and honey glazed chicken that makes the entire room smell like Sunday dinner the second the lid comes off. There’s also mashed potatoes in a sealed tub, a container of roasted vegetables that nobody is going to be excited about but will eat anyway. And right at the bottom, a smaller box that Katy lifts with wide eyes.
“Are these brownies?”
“Don’t open it yet.” Mum says. “That’s for later.”
After unpacking, we all just stand around looking at the food. Then Justin makes a sound under his breath, something between appreciation and disbelief.
“Sit
