The misadventures of poor finian round two

Finian sat slumped over slightly in his chair. His head resting on his crossed arms. His fingers tapped out a tune on the dinner table as His friends made dinner in the kitchen. He was hoping for some pasta, or cooked veggies. Anything edible would suit him just fine. The recent addition to their group, Gavin, was helping Allyson cook so it should be fine, right? Right?

            “Dinner time!” Allyson called out cheerfully. Gavin walked in, carrying a large metal pot, it’s lid clenched down tight. He set it down on the table and nodded politely at Finian. Finian returned the gesture and sat up to grab the lid off the top. Whack! Allyson hit him with a wooden spoon. Finian, used to the antics of the girl, just re took his seat.

“Alright! For supper today, I was going to make pot roast, but together me and Gavin made a um…. What was the word again?”

“Bilateral.” Gavin said softly. He didn’t speak often.

“That’s it! We made a bilateral agreement to make soup instead!” Finian blanched. He stared at Gavin across the table and shot the mind reader a thought. Are you insane?? And what’s up with the fancy word?

Gavin shrugged and smiled at Allyson. What can I say? She really wanted to make soup. I helped her with it, so it can’t be that bad. Bilateral means “having two sides” so I thought it was fitting. Gavin was raised in a rich home, so really it was no surprise to Finian that he knew ‘smart people talk’.

Allyson, looking back and forth at her friends, wondered what they were talking about, but didn’t question it.

“Okay then, let’s eat!” She whipped off the lid. The soup inside was a light pink, with toxic looking chunks of unidentifiable veggies, and something Finian really hoped was meat. He glared at Gavin who looked shocked. I…I do not understand, it looked perfectly edible a moment ago! Finian shook his head sadly. Both of the boys were in for another rough mealtime.