Page 85 of Bookworm

"Hey," he said to her."I'm Bo."

"Yes, I've heard that name a lot over the years," she said with a grin, and I kicked her under the table. "I'm Scarlett, your future sister-in-law."

Sighing, I shook my head. "Sorry about her.She has no filter. We try our best tokeep her away from actual people."

"Not true," Scarlett said, "I keep myself away from people because most of them are terrible."

"She has a point," Bo said.

"Thank you, Bo."

He shrugged then began taking out his lunch.This took a long time, and my eyes widened with each new item he placed on the table.

"Is it magic?" my sister asked.

Bo scoffed. "What?"

"I was thinking the same thing," I said, watching as he pulled out yet another container. "That bag seems bottomless, like the ones owned by Hermione or Mary Poppins."

"Or like a niffler's pouch," Scarlett put in.

"But Stryker doesn't have a pouch. It's clearly abag."

"Yeah, but he fit a lot of stuff in there."

"True."

"And nifflers hoard shiny things like your boy Bo seems to hoardfood. Hence the reference."

Bo blinked at the two of us. "Was I supposed tofollow any of that?"

"No," we said in unison.

"Okay." Shaking his head, he opened all the containers—seven in total—then sat back, starting with some sushi. My book forgotten, I watched as he made quick work of that then moved on to the next bowl. Broccoli and carrots. Raw.

"Don't you want some dressing with that?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Empty calories."

"That make veggies semi-tasty," my sister put in.

I nodded.

Ignoring us,Bo kept going, past the veggies onto grilled chicken, two breasts with lemon juice squeezed over the top. There was something green in there too. Looked like asparagus.

"No mac n' cheese?" Scarlett asked.

"Or mashed potatoes?" I added.

"Nope—but I do bring a plain sweet potato sometimes."

Bo looked totally happy with his lunch, and it wasn't like my sister and I hated vegetables. But come on. All that, and not onetasty item in the bunch?Spying another container with something that looked a little odd, I pointed to it.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Kimchi," he said, pointing to the right side. "On the left, there's pickled cabbage, carrots, and cucumber."

My sister and I leaned over to get a closer look.

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