“Ahh, what a dreary evening,” Gomez wistfully sighed, beaming as he glanced to his two partners. He leaned against the window frame, the cold wind shaking the trees outside. Fog hid most of the land from view, a frost building at the glass. He smiled as he took a slow breath from his cigar. “Perhaps, we should take a drive.”

“That would be lovely,” Morticia hummed, her fingers carding through the third’s hair. She tilted her head softly. “We could visit the theater. How does that sound?”