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.

Sheldon’s eating preferences to align so closely

prompted,

“Dad, you forgot to cool it down, Tilda always blows

blew on the soup. “How about

tasted the soup. “You catch on

loss for

boy with a warmth that reminded her of a father’s love for his

if Lyndon and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should be

placing food on

couple of bites, Rosalynn’s gaze landed on Sheldon. “He’s

of amusement in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his

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