Wyatt ought to be at least a little worried when she gets that look in her eye, but no one has ever accused him of being wise. "Is that, like — are we starting or just prepping?"
Mary Grace smashes the six sandwiches down under her hand, flattening the cute hors d'oeuvres to half their size, and looks directly at Wyatt as she shoves them in the right half of her mouth.
Wyatt barks out a laugh. "Shoot, that's cheating," he says, but he doesn't sound upset. He makes a show of shaking out his shoulders, opening his mouth wide, stretching out his jaw. He carefully picks up one of the little sandwiches and shoves it in the space above his upper right molars, above the gums. He repeats this on the upper left, lower left, and lower right. When he's done, he looks extremely chipmunk-cheeked, or perhaps swollen like he had all his wisdom teeth out at once. Then he takes two sandwiches and wads them up, tucking them under his tongue. He looks positively ridiculous, but he has left the main cavity of his mouth as yet free for more sandwiches.
THE PICNIC: Mary Grace & Wyatt
THE PICNIC: Mary Grace & Wyatt
THE PICNIC: Mary Grace & Wyatt