Frank! He dropped the rag he was holding, darting toward the kitchen doorway. I told you—low heat. Low heat means the dial goes left.

glaring at the pot like it personally offended him It's chili, not a science experiment. It needs to boil.

It needs to simmer! There's a difference!

from the living room, holding up a trash bag Okay, so, good news: I found three socks, a granola bar from the Clinton administration, and what I'm pretty sure is a fossilized slice of pizza. Bad news: the couch is now the official home of one very suspicious stain.

spraying window cleaner with aggressive determination We said 'clean the apartment.' Not 'unearth an archaeological dig site.'

You're quiet. She tilted her head. Normally the new guy at least pretends to be excited about my cleaning playlist.

muttering from the kitchen Someone tell me why I'm cooking for a girl I've never met.

rubbing the back of his neck Because she's seventeen, she's been through hell, and the foster system doesn't know what to do with her.

So they called us? He gestured vaguely between himself and Peter. We're the backup plan? I'm a wanted man and you're a—

quickly Okay! loudly That's enough chili talk. Y/n, can you grab the paper plates from the top cabinet? They're the last ones.

stage whispering That's him approving of you. Trust me. I've seen it happen once.