"Straight fire," Armaan repeated, amused. Sometimes he used his sisters' lingo to mess with them, though it didn't horrify them as much as it had when they were younger. "Well, next time you come over I can make an apricot crumble. I promise I won't blend it."
Sometimes he forgot his birth dad wasn't the same as the man who had adopted him and given him his name either. Armaan didn't remember his birth dad at all. What he did remember was the strong man who had raised and loved him like his own. Armaan had adored him.
"I do have dessert but it's just Twinkies. And I am so full," he laughed.