George took the bowl and resisted the urge to let his head thunk down against the table and just stay there. He was having a meal with his brother. A part of him wanted to leave, not wanting this memory to mix in with all his other, better memories of eating with Padraig.
But he'd come here, and he ought to at least see this through. And Perhaps this would encourage Padraig to stay put on his farm.
"Thank you," George said, dipping a bit of roll into his chili.