Chris smiled slightly, looking over at him for just a second. "Do you?" She asked curiously. Its just they have been together for awhile now and he did show ways that he loved her but did he really mean it is what she wanted to know.
Emily bit her lip. She wanted so many kids and as soon as possible. " I want a bunch. I'd get three jobs if I had too." She said watching her fkio the pancakes on the plate. She pinched off a piece and ate it
Smiling at him, Peyton was glad that Jefferson had an easy day working. She had a feeling once she started up her job, it would be the same. Who comes to a library at 10:30 at night? Pretty much no one except commuting college students that needed to get work finished in a quiet place. That or she'll just have to organize books and stuff, she internally grimaced at that. Knowing her luck on the first day she'll have no idea where any of them went and just leave them all in a cart for someone else to do for her.
"Sounds fun, could have been worse and gotten a whole rush hour of people coming in for little pick me ups."
People still went to those types of stores for cigarettes or coffee so there was always some sort of business going on.
Decent, I think I may have a job now at night which is actually really great." She replied with a hint of pride toward it. And well, it gave her money and something to do now, she needed those two things desperately.
Smirking at Jefferson with a slight head nod, Peyton smirked at him.
"That's for the juice describing tips." She replied, half sarcastically. Still, she was going to at least give him water, she couldn't just not give him anything, even if he was resisting it. Going over to the sink, she took a glass from the cabinets and filled it up with tap water, turning to hand it to him.
"So how was your day today?" She asked curiously, arching an eyebrow up as she leaned against the counter.
Peyton shrugged her shoulders daintily at him reasoning, her hands turning upward as she did so.
"Guess so. But we're like stereotypical Irish people but we aren't even the nationality." She explained, chuckling a bit. She didn't like stereotypes but that one she knew implied to herself and everyone else in this house.
"It's better for you then, you don't have to worry about drunkenly killing someone. It's better for you in a way." Going into the kitchen, she looked for glasses. "You okay with water? We might have some kind of juice in the fridge from a while ago but I'm not sure." Not that they had many guests come over here anyway.