Thomas snorted and he grinned over at his son, "I don't think you're supposed to figure that out for several more years, so pretend you don't know that." He winked at Jamie and then drank his tea down quickly. He wanted to make himself another cup while Jamie was in the bath. It wasn't really a substitute for eating dinner, but maybe it could keep the pangs at bay for a few hours. "Of course I'll read to you before bed."
One bath, one cup of tea and several Grimm's fairytales later, the pair of them were on Thomas' bed, curled against the pillows.
"Ready for bed, Kiddo?" It was only about eight, but maybe sleeping was for the best.