*

Jim, Cory, and Louis sit on the living room sofa. Jim and Cory are playing FIFA on the flatscreen while Louis watches, insisting Cory is 'fucking horrible.' Louis, we learn, is English as well. His accent is much thicker than Audra's, and as he elbows Cory, he groans, "Give me that. You're the crown."

Cory elbows him back, "Fuck off! I know what I'm doing."

Audra sits on the other side of the sofa as they bicker, curled up with a book in her lap. She glances up, only to look away again as Peter appears behind the boys, taking a bite of pizza.

"Really?" He asks, "Because it looks to me like you're having your ass handed to you."

Louis laughs, and Jim turns back, "Hey, I thought you were sleeping."

Peter shrugs, "I couldn't. Where's Isobel?"

"Taking a bath. I picked up some–" Peter takes another bite of pizza, silencing his younger brother, "Oh." He shakes his head. "I don't even know why I bother trying to tell you things."

Peter laughs, causing Audra to look up again.

Cory exhales. "Jim, you're not even looking."

Jim glances at him, "Yeah, like you're going to catch up," and then back to Peter again, "Did Dad tell you that Mom's throwing a party this weekend?"

"The Memorial Day thing?" Peter asks. Jim nods in agreement as Cory continues to fail on the TV behind them. "No, but," Peter takes another bite, chews, then swallows, "I talked to Mom last week."

"Does she know that you and Kendall...?"

Jim trails off, drawing Audra's attention again. She studies Peter, intrigued at the mention of his girlfriend. He snorts, shaking his head, "Nope."

Jim bites back a grin, trying not to laugh. "Sorry, it's not funny."

"No," Peter jokes, "it is. She's gonna kill me."

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and Peter produces the device, showing Jim the screen. "Speak of the devil."

"Are you going to get that?"

Peter shakes his head, blocking the call and sliding the phone back into his pocket, "God, no."

Jim laughs, rolling his eyes and returning to the game. Louis and Cory continue to bicker, "That's not your goal, you twat."

"What? It's not?"

"No!"

"Then how do I–"

Peter watches them, then, upon noticing that Audra is looking at him, smiles. He opens his mouth like he is going to say something to her, but before he has the chance, Audra looks away, returning to her book. She turns the page. Peter furrows, confounded.

He doesn't understand her in the slightest. She astounds him.

As he shrugs, turning away and heading toward the kitchen in search of another slice of pizza, Audra glances up once more, blushing. She bites her lip and giggles as Jim asks Peter to bring him a second slice. We linger on Audra, switching to her perspective as she watches Peter leave.