"Yeah, and where's your sandwich then? I had my shake, and this apple," Will said, gesturing at the apple core he'd discarded on the coffee table. "Pot calling the kettle black, perhaps?" He raised his brows at Tuck, blinking at him in exaggerated query. "The man who sends me selfies every day to prove he remembered to eat? Yeah. You don't forget to eat, thank you, and wash your hands before you do. I'll eat when I get to it. So there."