Lucas threw the plastic bag at the girl, watching it fall on her lap. “Here,” he said irritably.

Amy looked at the item on her lap and wrinkled her big nose. “What is this?” she asked dumbly.

“Food,” he said.

“This is not food! This is Cinnabon,” she argued.

Lucas sighed. “Yes. Cinnabon is food. Why are you questioning it? I thought you said you were hungry.”

Amy picked up the bag, eyeing it with suspicion as though it might explode. “What, you didn’t have any real ...