"I don't think so," Brian said as he began to tear into his steak.  The boy ate like it was going out of style, like he hadn't been fed in a few days.  Giant chunks of it were ripped up and brought to his mouth, where he chewed each peace thoroughly, savoring the flavor.  "Gotta admit, sis.  The cooking around here is a far cry from what we usually did at home.  I mean, if I cooked, it was bad.  When you cooked, it was half-assed."  A grin on his face as he sipped the mead, losing himself in the moment.