Trudeau

Weird Vibes

love somebody like you - joan 

Gone - the weeknd

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"Liza, when do we get to eat dinner?" Xavier asks as I mess around in the kitchen at the house. Justin and I had decided to slowly introduce me being there more and more over the next two months. 

"When we decide what we want to eat!" I smirk as I rest on the counter top. "What are you in the mood for?"

Xavier shrugs, "Food." 

I sigh and roll my eyes, "Thank you for that one, why don't you gather up the gang and take a vote!" I suggest as I pull out my phone. 

"They don't like anything good though." Xavier pleads as he hops off the barstool and goes over to the pantry looking for a snack. 

"Give me three things you won't eat then." I suggest as he comes out of the pantry with some wasabi Cracks. 

"Um," He finishes eating a chip, "I don't want sushi, fish, or pasta." 

"Heard." I nod, "Now go get three things Ella Grace doesn't want. We'll make it while we wait for your mom to drop of Hadrian." I toss him a sticky note pad and pen. 

"Ugh." Xavier puts the Cracks on the counter and sloppily grabs the note and pen and slugs off. Wow, so excited for teenagers. 

I piddle around in the kitchen, putting away from dishes from earlier. My belly definitely causing more clumsiness than usual. 

From: Justin

Hey, just seeing how things are there! Things are busy at the office, about to go in for a call with Trump...wish me luck. 

I laugh audibly, knowing the anger he's about to endure. 

To: Justin

Things are great. Ella-Grace is working on homework, Xavier is hungry for "food" (but not sushi, fish, or pasta), Hadrian is still with Sophie today. Also, on behalf of americans...I apologize. 

I hear a clamor coming down the stairs. 

"I don't want that Xavier!" I hear Ella-Grace whine. 

"Too bad she asked ME!" Xavier touts back. The two race into the kitchen. 

"Liza, h-he's saying that, "Ella-Grace out of breath from the stairs, moves a piece of hair out of her face, "I don't want pasta, but I do! He's lying!" 

Xavier rolls his eyes, but doesn't deny anything. 

I glance at Xavier, "C'mon, is that true?" 

"If she wants pasta, we're gonna end up having pasta!" Xavier exclaims. 

I chuckle, "Well, what makes you think that?" 

Xavier says nothing. 

I smile and glance at the sticky note, "It says 'no Thai, no soup, no pasta'-"

"That part isn't true!" Ella-Grace interjects. 

"Okay, so you do want pasta?" I raise an eyebrow as I look up from the note. 

"...I mean it's not what I want for dinner but I may want it later!" Ella-Grace explains. 

I put my hands together, "Okay, so you don't want it for dinner now?"

"Right!" Ella- Grace's shoulders relax as if life and death were depending on the pasta. 

"Okay, well, we have to decide soon so we can get cooking. I don't see," I stop and think for a moment, "burgers?"