Dinner was late. Clint, Tucker, and the twins were sitting around the table playing on their devices. Tucker and Clint raced each other on a small screen, trying to keep their voices down. They all assumed Willis and Dallas must have fallen asleep. It wouldn’t have been all that surprising.
“Maybe we should wake them up?” Tucker suggested as he beat Clint again.
“Just so Dallas can make dinner?” Devin shot back, looking up from his own screen.
Tucker put his remote down, “I don’t think they would like it if we burned the facility down while they slept.”
“You can’t cook?”
“Can you?”