Chapter 12

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Ryker POV

I then leave the bedroom, while I hear E, telling Fin to shower and he'll find him some clothes to wear.  Then hear Fin growl at the mention of clothes.  Which make me smile and shake my head. "We aren't planning on going out again, let him wear shorts or a robe" I call from the kitchen.  I grab the steaks from the fridge and head out to the BBQ.  Once it's fired up, I decide to make some sweet and soar sauce to coat the steaks with.

I also decide to grab some burgers just in case Fin is as hungry as he was at breakfast. "Why would you eat this?" I hear Fin ask E. "It's lettuce, we use it as a side dish.  Put together with other foods it enhances, the food" E explains.  "It tastes as if it's nothing and reminds me of the leaves, I tried to eat" Fin argues.

"It is classified as greens and is needed for a balanced diet" E tells him. "I like, what we had this morning" Fin argues. "I think you'll also enjoy this, just give it a chance" E says patiently. "No! Don't eat that! That is for spreading on the bread to make garlic bread.  It needs to be baked in the oven." I chuckle as I hear their conversation.

"Steaks will be done in 3" I call back into the house. "Good garlic bread just gone in, won't be long" E calls back.  "Are we eating in or out on the deck?" he asks.  "Inside, I think it's best to keep Fin away from eyes at the moment" I answer.

"Then Fin can you take some plates and cutlery to the table please" E asks Fin. "Why are you taking the platter plates?" I hear E asks him.  "For our food" Fin answers.  "We use these one's, to eat and those to hold lots of food on" E explains to him. "I want lots of food" Fin answers.  I hear E sigh and give in.  I pile the steaks onto a plate and the burgers.  Turn off the BBQ and walk back into our suite.  "Meat is ready" I call and see Fin turn and look at me expectantly.

"I've done burgers too, but we each get a steak" I feel the need to say as Fin's eyes zero in, on the meat I'm carrying.   E brings over the salad bowl and garlic bread.  As I put the plate down, Fin grabs a burger and takes a big bite out of it.  "Be careful its hot" I warn him.

"We'll have to teach him to use cutlery" E says watching Fin finish the burger in two bites.  "I'll go and throw some chicken in the oven" he says turning back to the kitchen.  I put the biggest steak onto Fin's plate and start to cut it up.  He takes the pieces I've cut and pops them into his mouth. "Hey slow down, no-one is going to take it from you" I tell him.

"There I've also put in two chicken pieces and some spicy strips" E says sitting at the table and placing a bowl with the fires down on the table.  We sit quietly for a bit eating.  Each in our own thoughts. That is until Fin belches. I look at him then the meat plate and find it empty.  E rolls his eyes and goes to get the chicken from the oven.

"Have you had any salad or garli...," I stop, seeing that all the garlic bread has gone as well. "Do you still feel hungry?" I ask him and then see his eyes move to the plate that E is holding.  Which answers my question.  "We are going to need, more supplies" I say as he sits down and Fin grabs a piece of the chicken.

"They didn't really feed him proper food.  Once he's use to it, he should adapt and not want to stuff himself, into a food coma every time we eat" E says as we both watch our mate eat.  "Boy's we'll be in later to talk to you" dad links us.  "I'll be by tomorrow, to meet your mate and take his measurements.  Grandma and I will then go out and buy him some more clothes" Sky adds.  "He doesn't really like tight fitting clothes, as he's not use to them" E tells her. "Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind" she assures us.

"Fin, you'll get to meet our sister tomorrow.  She will measure you, so that she can buy you some more clothes.  I've told her you don't like them too tight" E explains.  Fin frowns down at the robe he's wearing and pulls on it.  "You'll get use to it.  When it's just the 3 of us, you can just wear a robe or shorts" I tell him.

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