"I thought you were cooking!" I exclaim when Yanis and I make our way to the dining room and find them settling down to take out.
"I was, till Shana and Virgil showed up." Dale complains, looking unhappy.
"Shana blew up the microwave." Virgil tattles.
"You traitor!" She turns on him.
"Wait, you know what?" I shake my head, settling down. "I don't even want to know what she did this time, I'll probably call my mom to send someone down to come pick it up for repairs."
"How does the microwave blowing up affect dinner?" Yanis asks in confusion.
"Well, Shana decided that I was cooking the spaghetti too slowly and decided to microwave it."
"You said decided twice." Shana points out in disgust.
"Wait what?" Yanis splutters in shock.
"Trust me when I say you do not want to know, just back out now that you still have the chance to." I convince Yanis.
