Well, if they’d had too much meat, Trevor would have asked to invite his friends over to share. But if not, that was fine too. Alone time with his Papa! Gabriel was always so busy, there were plenty of times when Trevor had to eat alone, or in the Brotherhood’s stronghold.
Trevor did as he was told, racing off to the larder to grab the meat. It was on a shelf a bit taller than he was used to pulling things from, but Trevor was nothing if not resourceful, and so he managed well enough.
“No, I don’t know. But why not just eat it off the bone? It makes it easy, doesn’t it?” And messy, but what child in their right mind cared about that little detail?
“Trevor, absolutely not,” Gabriel stated in a dictatorial tone all while looking daggers. “I will not tolerate such barbarity in this household. When you do not have proper utensils – like outdoors, tracking down some wild beast – then it is fine. We're not aristocracy, but we too must abide by the standard rules of etiquette. Here, have my knife.”
He grinned. “Don't worry, I whetted it in the morning. Cut the leg along the muscle into smaller lumps. After you're done, I will show you how to scrub the sinew.”
