Pack
he exclaimed with a bright smile, setting down the tray on the comforter before flopping onto the end of the bed.
He snagged a fry off the plate he uncovered, the aroma of the food making her stomach churn unhappily.
"I'm not hungry," she said, her tone sulky.
"What? And here I went through all this trouble."
"Fries and chicken nuggets with canned corn is trouble?" she replied wryly.
"I'll have you know that can opener is finicky."
"You are such a ham."
"I prefer dog," he replied seriously before lolling his tongue and panting.