Re: BUFFET
"Food, yeah, why not. You did one hell of'a job with it. You always come through Pete." He reached out and ruffled Peters hair.
"I don't think you know it, do you?" He slurred, giving the smaller boy a slightly squinty stare. "What we think a'you. What you mean here." He grinned sloppily. "Y're a good man wormy."