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Everyone was gathered around in the living room when Tasha walked in, holding her luggage as she smiled. "Oh, this is so exciting! I have never been to Australia before."
Eddy appeared on the screen. "Hey, maybe you'll like it so much you won't want to come back!" He disappeared as Tasha glared at him before walking towards her husband. "Donald, honey, do you have the plane tickets?"
"Honey, we're taking my fully automated private jet." Donald chuckled before letting out a scoff as he added. "Plane tickets. Why don't we just slap on a bunch of stamps and mail ourselves there?"
"Private jet. That works." Tasha laughed before turning to her son who nodded along with her before they cheered simultaneously. "Score!"
Donald then approached his stepson. "Okay, Leo, this is your chance to prove you're responsible enough to stay at home without us."
"Me? What about them?" Leo scoffed, looking to the other four who were slumped down on the couch, either watching tv, on their tablet or their phone.
"Emilia was designed to look out for others. And the others were designed to go on missions and save the world." Donald explained, referring to how Emilia was more sensible than him before pointing a finger at Leo. "You were designed to break stuff."
Leo mentally rolled his eyes as he sighed. "Don't worry, I know the rules. No touchy-touchy your stuffy-stuffy."
Donald rolled his eyes. "Leo, I'm serious. There's millions of dollars' worth of technology here. So no goof-ups, no explosions, no fires—" He started to panic. "You know what? I'm not going. I'm not going."
Tasha approached the man with a sigh. "Donald, Leo will be responsible. He is a big boy. Besides, Emilia will be here, too." She turned to her son before telling him. "Sweetie, I left your flame-retardant undies on the dresser."
Emilia slowly looked over at her best friend and smirked in amusement as Tasha and Donald walked towards the door with the latter facepalming himself. Emilia stood up from the couch and walked towards the door to hug Tasha goodbye before Bree then stood up. "Mr Davenport, Leo and Emilia will be fine. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"
Chase smiled, looking up at Bree as he held a piece of paper. "Funny you should ask. I've made an actuary chart which covers every possible catastrophe. You have an 82% chance of coming back to a perfectly normal house." He passed it to Donald. "Happy travels."
Tasha waved them off. "Don't worry. Eddy is here to monitor every room in the house. He is like a virtual babysitter."
Emilia rose a brow. "To be honest Tasha, do you even trust Eddy?"
