"Sounds ominous. You really are pregnant?" Riley smirked and sipped his tea. He managed to get a small amount of sleep back at the Campbell's when the both Lachlan and Tara's parents assured him and Evie that the mess could wait until later. They had come home, gotten rid of his contacts in favour of his glasses, finally, and decided to make some tea while Evie took a shower. They were going to crash in bed a bit later when the sleepiness set in again.
Tab just gave her twin a sleepy look of doom. "Try again, beanpole." She looked around like she wanted to have tea or coffee, but couldn't work out which so she just went back to standing there and rubbed at her eyes. "First, I need you to buy me a car. Or want you to buy me a car. Just a little one though, okay? Like maybe one of those new Minis."
Riley blinked. That had been the last thing he expected to come out of her mouth. His tired brain tried to process it, but he too just stared at her blankly for a few moments until he narrowed his eyes a little, suspicious. "What's going on?" he asked. "Why do you want a car? You've never wanted a car before."
Tab ruffled her red hair as she started to wake up. She gave Riley a sleepy smile as she shrugged and tried to look innocent. She had never been able to pull off the innocent look. "Me and Luke are going to be relocating for a little while to start up a second bar and I'll need to commute to New York."
She was saving the punchline of the where for now.
"There's a first time for everything. I'm going neutral and calming. Even these walls are too bright," Riley said with a wave of his hands at the yellow kitchen walls.
"They're definitely on the more tight spandex side of yellow," Tab agreed. She leaned backwards awkwardly as she tried to see if Luke was awake. "You can go neutral and calming so long as it isn't fucking beige. If you move into a house of beige I'm disowning you as a twin."
"What do you think I am? A nerd?" Riley sniggered and his cell phone started ringing in his pocket. "What colours do you suggest then, squirt?" He put his tea down so he could fish the phone out.
"Something that's pastel without being pukey," Tab offered with a shrug. It was the best she could do this early in the morning. If it even was morning. She couldn't even decipher that, let alone a colour palette. She waited quietly for Riley to answer his phone, and sipped her tea.
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