After hearing Rafael's comment, Gerald burst into unrestrained laughter, his eyes fixating on the shrimp lying on the table in front of him. He then glanced back at Rafael, whose face had turned as red as a tomato. Gerald could hardly believe that the usually arrogant and prideful Rafael had reached a point of such embarrassment that he was actually blushing.
Before Rafael could come up with an excuse, Luke jumped in, still laughing. "Alright, alright, I'll handle the shrimp. I'm worried that before even one piece makes it to Hera's plate, they'll all somehow end up on Mr. Troy's side."
"Isn't it a good thing? I don't have to worry about reaching for the shrimp when Mr. Briley is practically sending them to me," Gerald added with a grin, realizing just how much fun it was to tease Rafael.
