red-rad-and-rod:
“Yeah, J.C.! They’re super nummy! ‘Sides, Syd might eat all of ‘em if you’re don’t hurry up.”
“I doubt it; Syd eating them all, I mean.” Cue an eyebrow raise. “Ooooo, made-from-scratch biscuits. Always the best kind!” J.C. clapped his hands together and stood up, looking to Audrey. “Shall we?”
“I just asked you!” Audrey giggled and took his hand, leading him downstairs. “Thanks for checking on us, Kat,” she chirped as they made their way past her.










