Jamie tried to protest, but he could tell that was a losing battle. So he took his plate into the living room, taking the chair next to his father. He smiled as he came into the room. "Dang, I feel better," he said. He took a bite of the chicken, and it may not have been the most exciting thing he'd ever eaten, but it was delicious. He told himself not to scarf it all down at once, he'd probably make himself sick. "This is delicious, Victor," he said.