"You and me both," I say as I take the roll he returned and rip off a piece to pop in my mouth, as though eating it would ensure he wouldn't try stealing it again.

I mean, it works. He won't be stealing this particular roll again.

(It's possible hunger has made me temporarily insane.)

"Dishes are gonna be a bitch." Part of me wants to leave early enough to avoid it, but I also want to help Derek out. He fed all of us, it's the least I can do.