"Obviously." He was a teenage boy. Did she really think that he was going to turn down food.
Although. "No offense, but I'm only staying if Cormac isn't cooking. He's only good for pub food and I don't want anything that greasy," Casey teased, smirking at his brother over his shoulder. Cormac huffed, a put-upon sound as he crossed the room to steal his daughter.
"I believe we are going to go elsewhere where Daddy won't be insulted, right sweetheart?"