“Is this supposed to be dipped in the yellow curry or the sweet peanut sauce?” Stray asks, raising an eyebrow toward Brick.
“Both, if you're not a coward,” Brick grunts, already slathering a piece of the crispy rice noodles with spiced dip. “And pass the chili skewers down here before Riff eats the whole damn tray.”
“I heard that!” Riff yells from three seats over, his hand mid-air over the last skewer. “I'm sharing! I gave Big Mac two pieces!”
“Two pieces out of eight isn't sharing, Riff, it's an insult,” Big Mac says, shaking his head mournfully. “So sad.”
“Shut your mouth, Mac,” Riff barks, leaning over a steaming dish of chili-garlic shrimp. “I’m taking the extra sauce and you can’t stop me. You’ve had three spring rolls already.”
“Touch that bowl and I’ll break your wrist,” Big M
