"Where did you get your packet of Smarties from, Matt?"
"Oh. From the tub of sweets someone left in the kitchen."
"You must have got there early."
"I guess so. I can't even offer... oh wait, looks like there is one left..."
I rifle through the packet.
"Yes, I know."
A moment's silence while we both process what's just happened.
Then I casually toss the last smartie into my mouth and crunch it between my teeth.
We'll speak no more of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment