A few minutes later he dared to turn round and hand Ryan his coffee. They had spent the past 5 minutes talking about the fair, about stuff Mikey didn't know about and stuff he probably didn't want to know anything about. Ryan took the cup with a grateful smile, subconsciously mirroring Pete's actions as he wafted it under his nose and inhaled the vapours.
"Mikey makes great coffee." Concurred Pete, a far too big smile on his face. Ryan looked sharply at Mikey.
"You gave him coffee?"
"Well, uh, kind of-." Mikey stuttered out, mildly horrified with himself.
"I had some of his," re-defined the older boy, "It wasn't very strong, don't worry m