"I was told once I didn't have one. 'Nothin' but a back with a crack', I believe the term was," he retorted good naturedly as he set the lavender down as well and opened up the backpack.

Grilled cheese with tomato soup in the thermos. Neatly wrapped deli meat deluxe. It had taken him more than a few minutes to get the folds right and they were still very sloppy, but it was all covered. Two sandwiches of each kind and a couple of plums, albeit a little bruised.

"Don't know that there's gonna be a cure for that, considerin'." Considering where the furniture was housed at. "Suppose there's not really enough room for a dinin' table either."