"She won't mind! Red's Mom is really nice!" Sonny said, closing the door behind them then making a beeline straight for the fridge.

"Nope! I grew up in the mountains." Sonny replied. "I've lived here every so often since Red was like... eleven? And he's eighteen now, I think. Depending on.. which.. Red it is."

...there had been a couple. Timey wimey wibbly wobbly whatever.

He started grabbing things out of the fridge. Onigiri and some left over chicken, some bread, pickles, coleslaw, mustard. He'd find some bread and make sandwiches. Oh man, milk! Does a body good.