"And a messy eater at that," Jack teased. "Shall I get you a bib?" He scooted closer then so he could reach across, tracing the tip of his finger along that cherry line, to mop it up. And then he licked it from his fingertip.
"Andrew flavoured," he said with a wink before he grabbed for his fork so he could spear one of the sausages, biting the end off.