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She kissed his cheek, her lips soft. "So a blue house with a big backyard near ocean, where the crickets chirp in the summer, and it shows in the...
He laughed. "Go sit down, then."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Lily." *** She grinned. "Most vegetables."
She grinned, her head cocked slightly. "I love you."
Francis looked at his son, his eyes thoughtful. "They're just.. doing some research. That's all." *** She laughed. "Broccoli? Broccoli and...
He scoffed. "Of course not. I'm an excellent cook!"
She laughed brightly. "Eighty?"
He nodded. "It all works out!" *** She gave quick thanks. "I hope so," she said. "I'd hate to disappoint."
He joined her moments later. "I could make something if you'd like."
She let out a small laugh, a playful look on her face. "No amount is too much? So you're saying seventy isn't too many?"
Landon looked up, then spoke to Val. "We could always try to find the source of timers," he said. "They have to be made somewhere." *** "I'll...
Francis changed quickly into own white shirt and black pants.
"Right," she agreed, "but, like, specifics."
Francis spoke up, his voice sharp. "If it's going to cause another problem like this, I'm not allowing it." *** She smiled slightly. "Right....
He nodded, getting up to change as well.
She cocked her head. "I want your opinion on it, though."
Landon pursed his lips in thought, tapping his chin distractedly. *** She nodded slowly. "I'll get that, then."
He stretched his arms. "I should, too."
She sighed. "I dunno. We'll see."
Francis frowned. "It's better if we just left the timers alone for now." *** Callie seemed thoughtful for a moment. "What's something good?"
