“I know what you are thinking but considering we had next to nothing, mac and cheese was fancy.”
Loraine’s face flushed with shame. “Sorry.”
He waved her embarrassment away, powdered sugar flying in the air like fairy dust. “Don’t worry about it, poor isn’t something you are familiar with. Did you really have to put powdered sugar on this? I have as much of it on me as on the bread and it’s not in the recipe!” he complained, dusting off his shirt.
“Powdered sugar makes everything taste better!” she retorted.
He snorted then mumbled, “Could have used that growing up.”