I laugh and ball up my hands into fists as if I'd actually hit him like this. "Come on, I'll buy you a real lunch. Call it a bribe." In the Factions, there was no 'treating' a friend to lunch. Either families took turns cooking or their factions had commissaries like Dauntless had. Presumably Dauntless families had taken turns cooking, at least.

Maybe they'd picked who cooked that night by throwing knives at a board.