Well shit, "no, it's not-" Tuck had learned, over the years, it was best not to say no to John. And he didn't feel like getting an earful of abuse, so he just inwardly kicked himself for not delivering the bag sooner, and he pulled one of the containers out. There was still food for Will and Robin, but it was less now.
"Here, sir," Tuck handed it over, and he glanced over at Malcolm, glowering at him while Malcolm smirked.
"Pass me one too," Malcolm said, in an obvious and annoying way. "Smells delicious."
Tuck inwardly balked at the order, but he pulled out another container and passed it over.