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About That… 26D

Dinner was over. Tate played his music and they all went back to the kitchen. And as the music played, Tate turned to face the group with their plates in their hands. "Two teams. Since we cooked, dishes. An-"

Tom raised his hand. "Who put you in charge?"

Tate tilted his head. "Want to do the dishes mate?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

Sawyer chuckled, shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Does it matter? Fine. I did. Tate is in charge."

Perhaps if she… "You're not the oldest here Two."

He snapped his head at her. "I say he's in charge."

Cold, uncaring and still authoritative. Something Sawyer hardly was. He's always kind of had a passive approach to things. Most things. Cold was the least thing he was. Ever. "Okay." Tom gave in.

"Great. We" Tate pointed at himself and Sawyer. "Do dishes. And you two, clearing and cleaning."