Re: Ollie & Open
"Teddy, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Ollie." He explained again, for the near hundredth time, he was sure. Of course, he was an old man, and it was respectful to call old men mister; but he tried not to feel old most days.
He scooped out a heaping helping (he'd seen how the boy ate after all) of the regular spicy chili and passed it over to Teddy to spoon on his toppings. "You can have extra of whatever you like but no oyster crackers. In fact, I should get a sign or something that tells people they're stale. Or poisoned. Or missing."
Since Mia wouldn't actually allow him to throw them out for the sake of preserving his art.