Okay, well. That all happened. Greg didn't really know what to make of all the praise, particularly on a subject like this. His mouth opened to try and deny it, or point something contradictory out, but the words didn't come. Technically... they weren't wrong about any of it, were they?

At a loss, Greg shrank a little on the couch, cheeks red. "Well... um. Thanks." And then, in order to avoid feeling like he had to say any more, Greg filled his mouth with more syrupy chicken.