"I'm really not much of a show off, am I? I don't really think I am. I try to be as professional as I can be with myself these days. As for my mother, she'd probably love that. She always loves sharing those embarrassing baby pictures of me and she hasn't gotten to share them in quite some time," Harry said with a small shake of his head. His last girlfriend had never asked for such things when she met his parents, but then again they hadn't been together for an awful long time in the first place.
Lewis nodded before making his way over to the front counter and ordering himself one of the many pastries they had to offer. He paid for it before making his way back over to the table and sitting down. He picked up his fork after a moment and poked at the slice of apple tart quietly until he noticed Vicky giving him a look. "You act like you're still 10 years old sometimes, Lou. Just eat the tart already. You could probably use like ten of those though to gain some weight. Always looking so tiny and frail," she said.
He wrinkled his nose slightly, but he knew her words were true to a certain extent. There was no doubt that he look extremely small, even for his height and it was even worse during the winter for some reason. He always appeared far skinnier in the colder months than in the hotter months of the year, but he figured it had to do with being on his own during most of the colder months and visiting home during the warmer ones. Shaking the thought off, he began to eat the tart in front of him, deciding to stay quiet at the moment.