Indeed, though Jacky boy didn't seem to know what a buffet was at first, the news that he could help himself to whatsoever he liked, made his little face light up with untamed glee.
"Including desserts?" he asked his (step)mother, as he hurried after her towards the kitchen, in order to dig into the delicious desserts his little nose could already smell warm and inviting coming from the oven remnants of heat...
"Yes, well - let's eat some real food first, kiddo," Rhonda told her stepson gently, reaching for a plate to pile up with lamb and chilli and such other delightful-smelling proteins- to her nose, at least.
"Aww! You're no FUN mommy...!" Jack griped at her, grimacing deeply as if she'd just suggested that he should really try some Brussels Sprouts, boiled half to death... Which - certainly wasn't the case here; at the very least, it was obvious that Cleo was a fine cook - much better than Rhonda herself, at any rate.