"I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to," Jamie said, squeezing his hand. "Which might be what makes it stick."
"Dad, you could eat all day, every day, the worst possible food for you, and I'm fairly sure you'd only be at average weight," he went on, resting his elbow on his knee, and his chin in his free hand. "Don't be sorry. I had a really great time, but now I'm home, and apparently just in time to be a distraction."