Alvin watched Thor walk away. He hesitated, then looked around the room.
Stark was standing in for Alvin, leading Little Harry and the others around the room in search of good food.
The guy's tastes were surprisingly similar to those of the food-loving kids. He'd found all sorts of ways to enjoy the $500 hamburgers sold at the Waldorf Hotel.
He stuffed all kinds of random ingredients and cheese between two slices of bread, then washed it down with a Coke. The kids clutched their burgers and ate with gusto.
Little Ginny had eaten half of a fifteen-centimeter burger, its beef patty oozing with sauce.
She eyed the other half of the burger and all the food stalls she hadn't visited yet. After taking a big gulp of Coke, the little girl held her stomach and hesitated for a moment. Then, in a sweet display of filial devotion, she ran over to Alvin with the rest of the burger and grinned. "Dad, I invented this burger. Try it..."
Alvin looked at the inch-thick ribeye, its greasy juices running into two thick slices of cheese that soaked through the top and bottom layers of bread, along with all sorts of random sauces...
He eyed the terrifying creation, reluctantly took the greasy burger, and bit into it...
In all honesty, it tasted really good, but Alvin found it terribly rich.
After one bite of the burger and most of a glass of Coke, Alvin pinched the giggling Little Ginny's nose. She wore a "fierce" expression that said she'd hold her breath until he praised her. With a helpless smile, Alvin gave her a thumbs-up. "Well done. Go make one for Stark to try. He's a burger fanatic..."
Nearby, Stark discreetly tossed away Little Harry's failed attempt at making a burger. He glared