“Why? Because I’m eating your soup?” he asked.
“No, because your lunches make you happy,” I said. “I watched you eat today and I saw that.”
Sage smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess they do,” he said.
“Did I make you feel bad?” I asked him, searching his eyes.
“Well, I didn’t like when you got mad at me about the chocolate mousse. But mostly the cooking club was fun. I’m glad you guys thought of it.”
“You are?” I said, my smile just about jumping off my face.
“Phoebe, don’t get too excited. I think I need a little cooking break.”
“Okay, okay,” I said.
“And my lunch is pretty good. You guys should try it sometime,” he said, grinning at me and Camille.
“I have always wanted to try one of those, what do you call them, sticks of cheese?” Camille said.
“You’ve never had a cheese stick?” Sage and I said at the same time.
Camille shook her head. Those crazy French people.
“They’re actually pretty good,” I said. “Especially the really bendy kind.”
“I’ll bring extra tomorrow!” Sage said proudly. “One for each of you.”
“Thanks,” Camille said, turning a little red.
I looked around. Everybody was eating, laughing, and having a good time. It didn’t matter what they were eating, just that they were enjoying it.
Camille, Sage, and I walked arm in arm to the food table and piled plates high with dumplings, enchiladas, samosas, and soup. We sat with our friends from the cooking club, and dug into our delicious food. The soup was yummy, and made me think about holidays at my grandma’s table.It even made me think about Great-Grandma Gertrude, who probably invented matzo ball soup. That’s when I understood the most important thing about food: It isn’t about what people eat, but that they share it together.
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