He served a bowl of soup to Sheldon, suggesting gently, “Here, have some soup.”

Sheldon eyed the bowl and remarked, “Oh good. No scallions in this.”

Lyndon’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “You’re not a fan of scallions either?”

“Nope, not at all.”

Lyndon muttered to himself, “He’s just like me!”

“Tilda mentioned that Sheldon is quite particular about his food.”

Rosalynn had shared with him the foods Sheldon disliked, and Lyndon found it unexpected.

to align so closely with his

prompted,

you forgot to cool it down, Tilda always blows on

blew

the soup. “You catch

a loss for words

a warmth that

Lyndon and Tilda were

placing food on

of bites, Rosalynn’s gaze landed on Sheldon. “He’s absolutely adorable. I’d love to

eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his goal, that dream might

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