“Got any of those oatmeal cookie things again?” Darren asked.
“Um, sure, I think so. Shortbread,” Jayden corrected over his shoulder, rummaging through the biscuit tin. He heard Darren open the fridge and the gentle clink of cans. “I swear you’re like a dustbin.”
“Mother’s fault,” Darren retorted. “Her idea of a snack is carrot sticks. I think I’m accidentally vegetarian six days out of seven.”
“She’s a health n- enthusiast?”
“Nut,” Darren said and grinned when Jayden flushed again. “Yeah. Something about her granddad having a heart attack. I dunno, I was about two when he died.” He sneaked a finger of the shortbread away from Jayden’s hands, and by the blissful expression on his face when he bit into the shortbread, Jayden didn’t believe that he was too bothered about the prospect of a heart attack now
“I think you’ll live,” he said airily, retrieving his own can from the fridge. Darren cracked his own open noisily behind him. “The coffee might kill you, though.”