We spend every dinner together, like a normal family. She cooks, making sure to never make anything we ate as kids. I know she’s doing it on purpose because Ethan’s been asking for barbeque, but she keeps saying no. Which is why I’ve decided to take over dinner for tonight. I’ve got the meat marinated and ready for the grill on her balcony. Well, balcony’s an understatement. You could probably fit a small apartment out here. This whole building is pretty much a structural masterpiece, and I’ve been exploring as much of it as possible while I wait for my lab to be done. That’s coming along at record speed, and honestly, Tegan wasn’t joking when she said I could ask for anything. I’m frankly in awe of her and her friends. Well, mostly her. Which is why I wanted to make dinner tonight. “Mama’s going out tonight,” Ethan says as he comes out onto the balcony. “What? Going out where?” He shrugs. “Dancing or something.” “Does she do this a lot? Go out?” “No, I don’t,”
