"Yep, first year" he mutters. "Well if you want chicken, then why don't you sit down, on the bench this time, and eat with your friend, instead of disturbing everyone under the table."

Ignoring the older kid, who seemed to think he should butt into others business, he keeps his back to him. If he doesn't come over to see what's going on, what's the point of yelling at him. With a sigh and shaking his head, he heads to sit back down, next to Lettie.