Adam was getting awfully close to that pie for someone who didn't want to consume it. In fact Mikey was almost blushing on the pie's behalf. "Stop sexing it up and just take it," he muttered. He had no time for dawdling eaters. "You're leading the poor thing on." Honestly, he would never do that to his trifle. Or his jelly. Or that tray of éclairs. How had he not spotted them before.
"Under the table because -" Huh, he wasn't quite sure anymore. "So no-one else can take the food?" Also because it would be nice under there. Dark, quiet, peaceful. No distractions from the trifles at hand.
And none of that strange noise. What was that? "Are you wailing?" Mikey asked Adam, grasping the bottle and then clutching it to his chest protectively. Was there danger?