Hale-Ferguson Residence
"Alright, everyone. It's taco Wednesday. Come round and make yours." Devon announced later that night, already standing before the kitchen island with Ambrose and Orion.
"Taco Wednesday?" Viktor called from the living room, striding to the kitchen with a can of vodka soda. "We've never had one of those."
"Well, we're having it now." Devon shrugged, arranging cheese into his. "I'm way too worn out to make anything more complex tonight."
"I could just use one of my mother's recipes and whip up something," Viktor suggested, head swerving to the fridge. "Do we have macaroni and butter?"
Ambrose was about to answer when a voice drifted from the living room.
"Tacos sound good enough, thank you."
Every head turned.
Gabriel and Valentine strutted to the kitchen, their red and black coats respectively whipping gently behind them. They'd both arrived about an hour ago, in time for dinner.
Ambrose squinted.
