"If you don't like it that's just fine, Gideon. I don't think I cared much for it at your age either. Although we do have one secret weapon at our disposal." Holden grinned and got up. Then he walked off, only to return with a bottle of ketchup. He held it out triumphantly and put some on Gideon's plate. "Everything is better with ketchup, don't you think?"

At least to a kid's palate, he imagined. He hoped.