LUKE's home for the weekend.

He's burned two bags of microwave popcorn so far.

The fire-alarm went off after the second one; Benjamin smashed it against the floor in an attempt to make the wailing sound come to a stop.

Now, they're both stood by the microwave, nervously fidgeting with the third and last bag they have on their hands.

Caia sighs and jumps off the kitchen island, crossing the room. She pushes her brothers out of the way, jamming her elbow into Luke's ribs extra hard as he comments on her sour mood.