You Take a Piece of Meat With You

“How many times have you been up to the buffet?” Morrissey whispered as Emery sat down across from him. The boy merely grinned in reply. On his plate sat a roll and a slice of pork. “Is that your third helping of pork?”

“First,” Emery said with a headshake. “I had chicken and then roast beef,” he added.

“Man needs more than meat, Emery,” Morrissey pointed out. He smirked and rolled his eyes when the boy held up the roll. “Vegetables,” he said.

“I had a salad and mixed vegetables with my first helping,” Emery said. He shrugged and added, “I’m a carnivore. I can’t help it.”

“Given the choice, Brother will take some kind of meat,” Miles said.