Turning from the fridge to grab another bottle of milk, Andrew was surprised to find that Xander had strewn most of the remaining groceries across the table and was making lunch. As he watched, Xander spread anchovies, cream cheese, capers and mashed bananas on a crusty roll.
"Sure you want to eat that?"
Xander took a massive bite, raised a questioning eyebrow and mumbled around mouthful of sandwich. "Why?"
Andrew screwed his face up in disgust. "I just hope you know who the father is?"
open_on_sunday — challenge #169: paternity
Part of the London!verse