RYAN WAS KNEELING IN THE BATHTUB, A TOWEL UNDER HIS KNEES AND ANOTHER UNDER HIS HANDS, HIS HEAD TURNED AS HE CRANED HIS NECK TO WATCH BRENDON WORKING. THE YOUNGER BOY SWIRLED THE SPOON AROUND IN THE OVER-LARGE BOWL BEFORE TAPPING IT AGAINST THE RIM AND LAYING IT ON THE COUNTER. "YOU KNOW IT'LL COOL DOWN A LITTLE ONCE I GET IT IN THE BAG, BUT IS THAT GOOD?" BRENDON BENT OVER NEXT TO THE TUB SO RYAN COULD SLOWLY DIP TWO FINGERS INTO THE BOWL, NODDING ONCE.