"Guys," Bobby said, standing in the doorway to his kitchen, holding his mail in one hand, a bag of groceries in the other.
"Mmmmyeah?" Shayne turned to look at him, spatula covered in chocolate twirling around her fingers.
"Do you have a kitchen?" he asked.
Gabriella grinned sheepishly. "You guys have a bigger kitchen than we do."
"What are we saving today?" Bobby asked resignedly.
"Whales still," Lennon said, coming into the kitchen behind Bobby. "We're stopping whaling and we won't stop baking for them until it's all done and dusted!"
"Fine," Shayne said, turning back to her bowl of chocolate mix. "Mock me all you want, but no brownies for you."
"Who says we're mocking?" Bobby said, peering into the bowl from the other side of the counter. "We love the whales, don't we Lennon?"
"Big fan of the whales," Lennon chimed in.
Gabriella snorted, going back to mixing her own batch up. "More like you're a big fan of brownies."
Lennon held a hand to his heart. "I am insulted you think that."
"We love the whales," Bobby said again, raising his fist to bump Lennon's.
"Love them," Lennon agreed.