Jason was feeling on edge as he perched on one of the couches in his personal box. Harry grumbled about the vendor's cost of food and drinks as he sank into one of the other couches.
"What are you complaining about?" Jason rolled his eyes at his Gramps. "It's already the third day, so you know the food and drink in the room is part of the package. I don't get why you're insisting on buying food from those vendors!"
"Listen, boy! I like to know who made my food. How do you know that stuff hasn't been poisoned? Or that someone hasn't used their Power on an insect to make it appear and taste like that, but it's still a bug at its core?" Harry growled as he made sure to keep his stash out of Jason's reach.
