A second clink of cutlery against plate brought Lance's face up from his food. If he dared to not respond, Anna would clink him into deafness.

"What is it?", he asked sourly.

"The eggs," she replied, nodding at his plate. "You don't like eggs, so let me have one."

"Fine," he conceded and transferred one of the two hardboiled eggs in his plate over to hers.

"Thank You."

But he did not respond. She shrugged and went to work on the egg. She loved eggs and would do anything to get them. Lance, on the other hand, was not a big fan of eggs. Whenever his mother would persuade him...