Will was really beginning to lose hope there that he was ever getting to eat tonight. He was uncomfortable and his knees were sore. But then the Sheriff came back and Will's eyes went round as he took in what was in front of him.
Slowly he got up, and then in a rush he was at the table, just breathing in the smell of it all. He wanted to dunk his face in the rice and eat his way out. "Oh my god," he groaned, watching the bowl intently.