“‘Cause you are a nerd - nerd.”

A little unusual, yes, but not so discordant as to raise Tommy’s suspicions that something’s afoot. Tommy hangs the towel around the back of his neck and retrieves the forks as requested, following his twin toward the dining room.

“Eating at the table, huh?” He grins, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “What’s the occasion? Wait - don’t tell me you’re pregnant?!” He feigns shock, but the question is entirely and obviously asked in jest.