“Sandwich, soup, pie. Do you want anything else?” he asked briskly.
“I’m paying for his too,” I said, gesturing to my husband behind me.
“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, annoyed. “Anything else?”
“No, Jason. Nothing else.”
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