She snickered as she walked down the hallway, ”I’m not always messy.”
“Cooking is invariably messy! Pots, pans, plates, empty cans — thieving cats!” Summer scooped up the little tortoiseshell and kissed her nose. “Isn’t that right, Doc? Yes, thief.”
She snorted from the kitchen, ”You just don’t know how to cook right sweetface,” She yelled as she watched her steak and eggs. Before putting it on a plate and putting it aside to wash the dishes.
“I will not argue with that. Is that why you adopted me, Deva darling? Because you pitied me my horrible cooking skills?” Picking up the skillet, she put it in the dishwasher, already half-full. “Drinks in the fridge.”
She smirked. ”No because you are far too cute and I want to keep you,” She said finishing the dishes and sitting on the counter eating her food, ”I have a feeling I’m going to love teasing you,” She mumbled with her mouth full.
“Oh, /I’m/ cute? Says the little assassin?” Summer ruffled Deva’s hair. She stole a piece of steak off Deva’s plate. “Teasing is what sisters are /for/. Also tormenting, harassing, stealing clothes from, tucking into bed, and worrying about.”