Gavin smacked his hand. “Get your own."” Laughing, Tim dipped one in the tiny cup of malt vinegar alongside Gavin's plate. “Sorry, Dad.” Gavin shook his head. “I swear I don't know how Jenna puts up with you.” Tim waggled his eyebrows. “Oh please.” Gavin rolled his eyes. “Not while I'm eating.” Tim snagged another chip. "How's Phillip doing? Finally over the flu?" “Yes, thank God. The three of us have taken turns being sick for weeks. I almost forgot what it was like to have a meal out.” “That's pretty bad for someone who works at a restaurant.” “It doesn't count as having a meal out when you're the one cooking. Did you come out tonight to give me a hard time?” Tim chuckled as he signaled the waiter for a pint. “No, that's just one of the side benefits.” “How's Jenna doing? I haven't seen her since before we caught the plague. Did her show in Milan go well?” “It did.” Tim couldn't help smiling as he thought about how excited she'd been when she came home with heaps of orders for her newest bracelet designs.
