[ right, well. now that he's thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of Sam by running his mouth like that, he's just going to go back to eating and pretend he never said what he did. yep. just tacoes. yummy.

maybe no sleepovers for a while either. it's not that he doesn't enjoy spending time with him - it's quite the opposite, he never would've texted Sam first if he didn't - but he doesn't want to give the wrong impression and make Sam uncomfortable with him. ]

I make no promises. Not where pancakes are concerned. [ they are very serious business you know. ] It'll be easier to learn not to jab you with a fork if you try to take them from me.