“This looks really good.” I pick up my fork, hoping to redirect the conversation, but Eli shakes his head. “Uh-huh. No way. What’s the happy place thing about?” “No chance of dropping it?” He shakes his head. “Not one.” Rolling my eyes, I give in. “I’ll tell you, but I need your word that you're not going to judge me.” Eli holds up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
