"I am a growing boy," I mutter under my breath, turning on my heel to sit opposite her at the table. I stab at a piece of mango with my fork, examining it with all my available senses before I sink my teeth down.

I take a minute to chew -- I always enjoy my food -- and glance back over at her.

"...so I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch 'til I get back to normal, huh?"