I'll get back to regular chapters soooon. Just give me a minute.

"What's for dinner?" Virgil asked, walking down the stairs.

"I can't tell you. It's a soup-prise." Patton winked.

"It's soup isn't it?" Virgil plopped down on the couch.

"I soup-pose it could be." Patton giggled.

"Stop that." Logan put his book down. "Saying soup puns."

"No." Patton protested. "Soup."

~and hour later~

"It was fucking tacos!" Logan yelled, throwing his book.