Kayden hid his smile. If only their trusty security guard knew, he wouldn’t think so highly of them.
“Thank you, Jenkins.”
He let the security guard take his leave and brought the boxes into the living room, setting them on the coffee table. Corey had already brought napkins from the kitchen.
“Ugh, sushi.” Jason groaned in pleasure, pulling out the first tray from the bag.
“Amongst other things.” Kayden opened the boxes of the karaage chicken.
“Wow, fried chicken. You health freaks are really going crazy today,” Corey said, eyeing the karaage.
“I know, and ice cream, too. How will I ever recover from it?” Kayden teased.
“What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?” Corey asked Jason, who was already popping a roll in his mouth. “It’s got to be better than Kayden’s.”
Jason finished chewing and swallowed down the food, the muscles of his neck straining with the movement. “Chocolate.”
“Oh my god, what’s wrong with you people? Of all the flavours!”
“Let me guess, yours is mint chocolate chip.”
Corey’s jaw dropped. “He told you!” She pointed an accusing finger at Kayden.
“No, you just seem like the type,” Jason replied.
“Mint chocolate chip has a type?” She was livid now.
“Yup,” he said, popping the P.
“And what type is that?”
“Annoying.” He tossed another roll into his mouth, chewing around a self-satisfied smile.
“I’m not annoying,” she pouted.
Jason shrugged, turning his attention wholly to the food.
Corey cracked a pair of chopsticks apart and started rubbing them together.
“You trying to start a fire over there?” Kayden asked her.
“I’m getting the splinters off. I don’t want little wood particles in my food.”
“Oh, so best to put them on our floor, then.”
Corey rolled her eyes. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry. Wouldn’t want you to step on it and get a booboo.”
“Feisty tonight, are we?” Kayden got his own pair of chopsticks and took a roll.
Grinning, Corey held out the roll nestled between her two wooden sticks. “Cheers.”
Kayden laughed, pretending to clink his sushi against hers before bringing it to his mouth. He finished chewing and put the movie back on.
The three of them continued eating, the movie becoming secondary to the feast spread out before them. They’d all seen the film before, anyway.
“What’s in that other box?” Jason pointed across the table to the last takeout container in front of Kayden.
“Okonomiyaki.”