"No need." I took a sip of the drink with composure. "I don't like shrimp."
"What about fish?"
"No."
Amelia frowned slightly and glanced at the table. "What about clam chowder?"
"No."
She was stunned, evidently not anticipating my decisive refusal.
Meeting her gaze, I calmly wiped my mouth with a napkin and continued, "Please stop. I don't like any of those."
"Adrian, are you angry?"
Oscar added tentatively, "If so, I'll give you this plate. You're a mature man, so don't get upset with Amelia over such trivial matters."
Oscar's calm demeanor made me feel like a villain.
"Why am I angry? Have a good time. I just remembered that I still have some work to do, so I'll head out first."
With a smile, I stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait. Are you still upset about Amelia setting off fireworks for Oscar?" Debra asked deliberately, gazing at me provocatively.
As this matter was mentioned, Oscar said, "I'm sorry, Adrian. I was in a bad mood at that time, so Amelia came up with this idea. If it bothers you, we can take you with us next time we have fun."
Amelia frowned. "I just organized a fireworks show. Why are you so annoyed? Adrian, you are too petty."