Lachlan let out a slight whimper as Iain walked away from him, but he wasn't about to fight his brother for drugs.
By the time Iain returned, Lachlan had set the table and he was sitting sort of dejectedly beside Stephen, who was spooning himself some rice and curry. "Ah, welcome back, son," he said to Iain. "I ordered more than necessary. Dig in."
Lachlan sort of half-heartedly reached for a spring roll and set it on his plate.
"I remember the first time I brought you all out for Mexican food. None of you knew what to make of it." Why not dwell on nice memories, rather than beating a dead horse over Thai.