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Tuck snorted and shrugged, having watched Evan fumble around with great interest.

"She grown."

That being said, Theodore started poking around the pantry for the peanut butter. He slowly removed the cap before digging out a huge glob of the stuff with his clean spoon.

"Someone got you on a tight leash, bruh?"

He shoved the spoonful of peanut butter into his mouth.

"Guess you could say that," Evan admitted. "It's not me I'm worried about, though. I can take care of myself. Sasha can be, a little,uh...possessive." He very deliberately didn't look at either of the Ross twins, focusing instead on cracking and whisking the entire carton of eggs since it looked like he'd be making breakfast for a fourth person now.

"You've been back all of five minutes and you're already causing trouble," Evan joked halfheartedly. "I hope Peyton does whatever the girl equivalent of kicking your a** is to you. Did you at least get a promotion out of all of this?"

"Possessive, eh?" This tickled Gnat more than a little bit. Part of her was sad, because that probably meant an end to any pie-related extracurricular activity; but she had sort of expected that anyway. As much as she wanted to pretend that nothing should have changed during her absence, she had grudgingly accepted that she couldn't expect everything to work out in her favor.

Besides, Evan being pussywhiped was about the funniest thing she could think of.

"Pey would never," Gnat retorted, which was almost definitely not true, but she wasn't quite prepared to think about it. Consequences were for later. "Naw," she added absently. Who would promote Natasha Ross anyway? That'd be like, well. It wouldn't be very smart, certainly.

"So," she drawled, leaning lazily against the counter. "Seein' as t'how you're puttin' up with all this - she must be a good lay."

She shot Tuck a look. It said, here we have this golden opportunity to ruthelessly mock Boy Wonder, and you are stuffing your face with peanut butter, I cannot even begin to express my utter disappointment.

Gnat's look got a low laugh in response.

Evan's look got a very similar laugh.

"Get off his d**k, trick, he's makin' you breakfast. And you - s**t, I don't know. Less I hear about all ya'lls sex lives, the better."

He scooped up another spoonful of peanut butter and waved it at the both of them.

"Ya'll need Jesus."

"Think we're in good company, there," Evan replied to Tuck, giving him a nod of gratitude for stepping in.

"They'll promote anyone willing to put the work in, otherwise Life division would be full of trainees," Evan remarked to Gnat, sprinkling diced onions and tomatoes into the eggs before moving to retrieve some plates. "You just have to show them you want it and prove to them you deserve it."

He poked the omelet to make sure it was done before turning the stove off. He cut pieces off with the spatula, putting two on plates that he put off to the side and one on a plate that he handed to Gnat. "Your a** is going to be on the training fields at oh-six hundred sharp from now until you get that promotion," he informed her, still holding onto the plate, "and if it's not, I'm going to drag it out there and make it work twice as hard." Only then did he release it into her possession. "And welcome back--I did miss you." He dropped a peck on her cheek before taking up the other two plates and making his way out of the kitchen.

There was a full third of the omelet left in the pan. An empty plate and fork sat on the counter next to it, the implication clear. Raisin bran and peanut butter were hardly breakfast, after all.

Gnat took her plate, still pouting. The kiss on the cheek had only mitigated her butthurt slightly.

And then Tuck happened.

"Ugh, you are so the worst." She made a mental note to blast Backstreet Boys at odd hours of the night under his door for at least the next week.

A sudden realization dawned on her - and she smiled sweetly. "Oh, damn, I forgot I needed to go collect somma my things." Gnat took her omelet primly and dashed out of the kitchen as quickly as she dared.