Toucan sat down across the table, his tray clattering against the steel surface.
“That’s all you’re having for breakfast?”
Caveman looked up from his bowl, shaking the hair out of his eyes. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his wrist.
Toucan smiled and scooped some eggs. “Five bowls of… Sugar Smacks?”
“No, all different.” The crunch-crunch echoing from Caveman’s massive jaw filled the space between them. “Cheerios, Vector, Shreddies, Shredded Wheat….”
“All healthy stuff, then this?” Toucan jabbed his toast at the extra-large bowl. He realized Caveman was eating with a serving spoon.
“This is dessert.”