After leaving Summer's room, Don headed downstairs, where the faint sounds of TV from the living room indicated that Amanda was lounging, while in the kitchen, Samantha was still in her church clothes, eagerly trying out new recipes with Winter's help.
She hadn't even taken off her shoes yet, clearly too absorbed in her 'culinary' project. Don stepped into the kitchen, glancing at his mom who was leafing through a cookbook, and Winter, who moved with efficient precision as she prepared ingredients.
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Winter," Don greeted.
Samantha looked up, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Oh, hi, Donnie! Lunch will be ready in about 20 minutes or so."
"I'm not here for that," Don replied, stepping farther into the kitchen. "Just wanted to say I'm heading over to Donald's for a bit. Maybe stopping by the mall after to get a few things."
