I laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket. “Pizza?”
“Mila had pizza at school today.”
Luna looked toward the living room. “She did?”
“Apparently it was the highlight of her day.”
“Okay. Chinese?”
“That works.”
She reached for her phone.
“I got it.”
“I can order food, Ellis.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you taking over?”
“Because you’re going to spend fifteen minutes deciding between the same two things you always get.”
She stared at me.
I smiled. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
She didn’t.
I pulled up the menu.
From the living room, Mila laughed at something on television. Luna reached into the cabinet for glasses while I ordered, setting three of them on the counter before filling each one with ice.
By the time the food got there, Mila was already at the table asking which container belonged to her even though we all ordered enough to share.
Dinner settled into an easy rhythm after that. Mila talked through half of hers, bouncing from something that happened at school to what she wanted to do that weekend without much of a pause between the two.
“Chew first,” Luna told her at one point.
Mila did, then picked up exactly where she left off.
I smiled and reached for another egg roll.
It was the last one.
Luna noticed at the same time I did, but I got to it first.
She looked at the egg roll, then at me.
I tore it in half and put one piece on her plate.
“Thank you.”
Later, Mila settled back in front of the television while Luna and I stayed at the table with the remains of dinner between us.
That was when I remembered.