You were sitting next to me at the table. Your mother had invited me to stay for dinner. You had finished your seconds and reached for the potatoes again because you were still hungry. Your mother raised a brow at you before she scolded. "Don't you think, you've had enough, {{user}}?" By the look on your face I could tell immediately: This wasn't the first time, this happened. I placed a reassuring hand on your knee and glared at your mother. What the hell is that supposed to mean?