“Berry, or peach, I think is what’s cut already,” Scooter said. “Or a little sliver of each? That’s what I always do when I can’t make up my mind.”
“Peach,” she said. After a moment, she added a barely audible, “Please.”
Problem delayed for a bit, Scooter went and gathered up his bribe, half a cup of Coke poured over ice, pie, and a little extra whipped cream. Andy was still on the phone. He detoured around the living room with his tray of goodies and dropped off a slice of pie for Andy as well, kissed his cheek. “I…probably got this,” he confessed in an undertone.
Andy pulled the phone from his ear long enough to tug Scooter in for a quick kiss. “You got this,” he said softly. “I…am going to be a while yet.” He gave Scooter a bracing smile, then put the phone back to his ear. “Sorry, Jess, you’ll have to repeat that for me.”