C22 Too much

"Aunt Calla," I answered him with a small smile. He walked towards me and laid down on the bed. We were facing each other. He used his right arm as a pillow.

"Pizza for dinner, huh?" Bram said. His eyes were smiling as he smirked at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, as I played along with him, "I forgot you're on a strict diet, no pizza for you then?" I even raised my right eyebrow for emphasis