"Friar Tuck will know what to do if your Dad doesn't," Henry shrugged. "I mean I definitely want some of the salami, but not 5 pounds worth. I'm sure one of their churches can use it for some of their families. Or a foodbank or something," god there was so much.
Henry reached out with this half-good hand and he brushed his fingers against the boxed watch Iestyn was holding. "There is no way that cost less than a thousand, which means there's no way in hell I'm wearing it. I wonder if we could sell them and donate the money too? God, this is ridiculous."