"......"
A solemn silence hung over the table.
Even though I had placed the food for all four of us on the plates, no one seemed to have any intention of eating.
Especially Iphail, who had his head bowed deeply, covering his bright red face with his dry hands.
I took the initiative.
"So, how about this? Everyone gets to give Iphail a solid punch in the solar plexus, and we’ll forgive him if he pays for dinner today."
A response quickly followed.
