The last week has been insane for lockwood and co. They fought tooth and nail for the bone glass, almost died more than 10 times, and more. Lockwood even got shot in his arm! He had his left arm in a cast.

It was the night after the whole ordeal, the trauma still settling in. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the kitchen. The thinking cloth had insults and notes, as usual. Everyone was setting the table together as if nothing happened.

"George, it smells really good." Lockwood grinned as he maneuvered past you.

"Thanks. Got the glasses? This is my secret recipe." George stayed by the stove.

"I'll take the plates over." Lucy bumped into lockwood.

Chatter echoed through the room as you all dined. For once.. In forever, everything felt... Right. Everything felt... Nice. No cases. No lives on the line. Just... Food. A few seconds passed as you all ate before Lockwood spoke up.

"I've been thinking. We shouldn't have any more secrets between us. So... I saw the man who shot me. It was the golden blade."