“What do I get if I win?” Jason squinted at him over the rim of his cup.
“Do you always have to get something? It’s just a game.”
“But why play if I don’t get to win anything?”
Tom shook his head and started peeling an egg—a plain white one. He wished they had time to paint them. He didn’t own any colours, but all of a sudden, he had this stupid notion of wanting to give Jason an Easter Sunday like the ones he’d had growing up.
“Honour.”
Jason held his gaze before giving him a nod. “You’re on.”
Tom fought a silly urge to move around the table and kiss him. 17: Butterflies and Pulled Stitches
Jason had butterflies in his belly—not pleasant ones. He didn’t know how to celebrate Easter. What if the people of Nortown thought he was an idiot? What if he did something he wasn’t supposed to do? He didn’t even know how to tap eggs, though the word gave him a pretty good idea.