"It's good, don't worry," Dan said over his shoulder as he went off to forage. A few minutes later, he was walking down towards the table Jack had picked, carrying a tray with two black coffees on it, along with a blueberry muffin for himself and a plate piled high with a couple slices of meat loaf, a load of peas and a small mountain of mashed potatoes for his dad.
He set the tray down on the table and unloaded it before sitting down opposite Jack. "Bon appétit," he said, before lifting his coffee and drinking about a third of it in one go.