Beckett’s POV
I try not to be obvious as I watch Callie walk past me, toward Fallon, shoulder to shoulder with the son of Elodie’s friend.
'Alright, little chefs!' Fallon claps his hands together, dazzling smile in place. 'Line up right here and get ready, the first correct answer gets the first choice of their extra ingredient from the pantry!'
The children shuffle around into a line facing the camera, Callie standing beside the boy, Felix, I think Elodie called him, who's already bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, clearly delighted to be the centre of attention before anything's even started.
'First question,' Fallon says, crouching slightly to bring himself down to their level. 'What do you call the sweet white stuff we put in cookies to make them yummy?'
Felix's hand shoo
