Mick took the keys and opened up the building, even as the others helped Shirley with the groceries she'd bought. Since they were going to be living there for a while, they'd need something to eat.
"You guys might as well know -- I'm not planning on being the official cook, here," Shirley said.
"Maybe Sonja can help you," said LLance.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Sonja scowled at LLance.
"Uhhhhh..." LLance stammered, "that is, I meant to say, uhhh... maybe we can each take turns cooking...?" LLance grinned and kept on looking at her.
Sonja's face grew hot with anger. "LLance. Stop. Looking. At. My. Breasts."
LLance grew embarrassed. "Sorry. I -- I just can't get them out of my mind..."
"Just shut up while you still can, man," whispered Tobias. "She'll eat you alive."
"I can dream, can't I?" LLance said as he watched Sonja walk up the stairs in front of him.
