Trying to diffuse the puzzling tension, I turned to Jason. “How did you smell the pepperoni when all the pizzas were on top of each other, and all had the lid on?” His eyes sparkled. “Ah! Genetic superiority, love. But don’t fret,” he added with such dramatic flourish I couldn’t quite stop my mouth from pulling up into a reluctant smile. “Very few are blessed with my excellent genes so you needn’t feel bad. Just look at Lucien, over there. Terrible genetics.”
