Snippet #2311796

Char froze when Alex started yelling at her. His tirades were fairly common, but it was not worth pushing him at this time of night. Slowly, she closed the fridge door. She'd just have to wait till he left the room then. Otherwise she wouldn't be held responsible for any of her hunger-induced actions.

The tables were an easy enough thing. It'd take only a few minutes to pull them out and by that time the kitchen had to be cleared. Oh god, she was hungry. She'd kill Alex right now if she weren't so hungry.

Turning to Mia, she frowned. Her friend was too tired to help, it seemed, her posture slightly hunched over as she stood there. Seeing Miles loafing around as the others scurried about, she grinned and grabbed him by the arm. "Hey, wanna help with the table?"

She always liked the Monkey, he was a fun brother to have and one of the few people who could keep up with her. And be enthusiastic about it.

Mia stared at the pair, a deep set frown on her face. "I'm sure you have something better to do."

"It's just for a little while, Mia," Char responded, rolling her eyes as she let go of his arm. "You don't have to fight every time you meet."

"I'm not fighting." There was a small pout on her friend's face. "Just seeing if Miles has anything else to do."

"She's provoking you, right Miles?" Char turned to her brother, grinning as she teased Mia. In the corner of her eye, she could see Ramona leaving the room, headed for the garage as well.