Taff barely even noticed the way his brother spoke now. He'd noticed it a while ago, when he was younger, thought it was odd..but now he'd grown attached to the idea that his brother would be around forever. "You'd better be there to watch. I'll throw the game if you don't come!" He poked his tongue out, but they both knew he didn't mean it. Taff hated losing.
He leaned back as their food arrived, hot and oh how hungry he was! He reached out and snatched a chip from his brother's plate before Tristan could to it to him. Smugly he chewed and watched his brother's reaction.