Tim had given his report, and there was progress in the case.
Luke was in a good mood today, having bought a pizza and a bucket of fried chicken to take home to mom and his little brother.
Upon seeing the pizza and fried chicken, Linda couldn't help but sigh, "Do you think he's not fat enough? He's practically turning into a ball."
"Just this once, eating a little less won't hurt." Luke waved his hand, beckoning his little brother over to eat.
The little chubster had been drooling in anticipation, promptly opening the lid, grabbing a chicken leg, biting off a big chunk, and relishing the taste with an expression of infinite satisfaction on his face.
Linda took a slice of pizza for herself, glad to be spared from cooking dinner.
Luke popped open a cool beer, took a bite of fried chicken followed by a sip of beer, and it was absolute heaven.
Linda glanced at her eldest son, "Where were you last night?"
"On a mission."
"Come on, do you think I'm that easy to fool?"