Re: **OOC poor kid!
Greg had the tray, his attention so on the letter that he didn't realize he'd forgotten his pudding; the brown glob blended into the brown bowl on the brown tray. Greg was thinking of the words of the letter, his brow furrowed so that when he noticed the man approaching and take a seat, he gave a small frown; he didn't think the git was actually going to try to talk to him, did he? Greg moved and with a small flick of his wrist, Greg tossed the tray towards the center dish receptacle.
He didn't know why he'd done it. Maybe it was frustration; maybe it was because he really thought he was more alone. But instead of the stew dish, the cutlery and the unnoticed full bowl of pudding sliding off the tray into the dirty dish bin, the things went scattering. The extra weight of the pudding made that bowl not fly quite as fast; the empty ones went scattering on the floor with a clatter. The full one flew straight into the shoulder of the bloke who was sitting not far from the bin.
Greg was strong, and a slight flick of his wrist had added enough force to the bowl to cause a rather large splatter effect against the man. Greg's eyes had widened in surprise, and some regret; he'd utterly missed the pudding and now, it was all over the man's shoulder, covering his ear, his neck and coating the side and top of his head. Greg's expression became one of regret; he'd wanted to eat that pudding.
"Bloody hell," he said, starting to scowl as he moved to catch up the things on the floor.