She likes the kitchen to be clean, but she doesn't mind if I go in with her. We talk about stuff when she's cooking.
Burgers! What kinda cheese do you use? Do you get the buns with the seeds on them? Ketchup and mayo, or just ketchup?
"Grandpa Logan. He should know better, so if you think about it, it's his fault - I'm just an innocent bystander in all this.
Chocolate chip! Those are the best."
"Who exactly came up with that rule? It's almost like your asking to walk into a trap
Thank you, Gabby and I'll see if I can make you some chocolate chip cookies as a reward"
"That's just because somebody made a rule about not going in. Whenever somebody says you can't go in somewhere, you have to go in.
I'll get a video, he'll look so grumpy!"
"I'm just being windswept and curious, no bad behaviour here!"
She brings a hand to her mouth, to whisper back. "I'll get him when he least expects it."
She looks at Gabby. There's a lot of things that could go wrong in that plan. But she better go along with her just to make sure she's safe
"Worst case is Logan dancing very very badly"
She inhales deep, and thinks for a moment. To her, it felt like a long moment. In reality? Maybe two seconds.
"I'm gonna go in, what's the worse that could be in there?"