Andrew's still working on making the bed, and hesitates before stopping -- but no, that was a clear order, and so it doesn't go cold is unequivocal in its immediacy. "Yes, Max," he says, drops the sheet untucked, and makes a beeline for the counter and his breakfast, pausing only to add a hurried "Thank you" before picking up the fork.

At the first mouthful he makes an involuntary sound of pleasure. It's good, hot and savory, the contrasting flavors and textures perfectly balanced.