The scene was very incriminating, Trevor had to admit. He had been supposed to be babysitting, but he had stayed up for three days now, and he was tired. So, he took a little nap, that’s all. When he woke, it was to the sound of the door opening. He jolted a bit, wiping the sleep from his face as he looked around. His eyes trailed to the side of the couch, and… ah.

Both kids were sat nice and peaceful on the couch, kicking their feet with all the innocence of spoiled brats. Only thing out of place was the absolute mess of frosting all over their faces and hands. Hell, they’d even managed to get it in their hair. He snorted as he looked over the back of the couch to the dining table, where a cake had been half destroyed, clearly dug into with hands.

“Well. Guess we’re goin down together,” he muttered, quickly reaching over the back. He grabbed a handful and shoved it in his mouth, until he looked just as guilty as the other two.