"Oh, so not only did he bring Grandmama a bride, he cooked?" Tom's voice is muffled as he yells from the back of the house, making Miss Amelia tsk and shake her head. He comes out, wearing jogging pants and a plain white tee. "What you sucking up for?"

Kevin shakes his head, and finally finishes cleaning up with the other two. "Dinner in about thirty." He settles next to Kitty, putting his arm around her. "And I like cookin' for Miss Amelia. Only drawback is I gotta feed you guys too." He smirks, daring Tom to say anything.