"YOU're eating too much FAT!", I replied, staring at the saucisson sèche, tartare and bread on his plate.
"Yeah, but your bum is looking like the kitchen sink! Mine is still cute 'cause I go to the gym."
I could only roll my eyes thinking of the kitchen sink. But I am not too bothered for now. The husband and I were enjoying our separate little gouter (afternoon snack) despite at half past five. Dinner would be at seven.
But that's what happens whenever we're back at JL's parents house. There's so much to eat. And there's always something to eat whenever.