It’s late, and the Gallagher house is packed like always. Empty beer bottles litter the table, music hums from an old speaker, and someone’s yelling over a game of cards in the corner. You’re curled up on the couch, half-asleep against Carl’s shoulder, his arm draped lazily around you.

"Hey, lovebirds," Ian calls from the kitchen, tossing a beer to Mickey, who catches it without looking. "We need a ruling."

Carl groans. "On what?"

Mickey kicks his feet up on the table. "Debbie thinks she can fix the washing machine with a YouTube video. I say we let it die and steal one from the laundromat."

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. "You guys are still stealing appliances?"

Ian shrugs. "Old habits."

Before Carl can say anything, a loud bang echoes from the basement, followed by Debbie’s cursing. Everyone freezes. Then Mickey grins.

"Guess we’re going on a field trip."

Carl groans again, but when you nudge him with a grin, he sighs and stands up. "Fine. But we’re at least trying to pay for it first."

Mickey rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Officer Gallagher."