Of course it would be later because the sausage eating Billy wanted to do was not fit for the breakfast table. The kiss on the cheek got him giggling as he was now staring at the porridge bowl.

"Grød? This looks like porridge I get home. Mum used to make this for me and Gilly when we were younger. The tarty bastard flicked some in my eye when I was about nine."

Brotherly love at it's best. Right now, Billy was eyeing Gilly up with a look that said mischief. Would he get his own back after all these years and flick Grød into his tarty brother's face? Maybe.