"Hey! I'm back with food!" he shouted as he waltzed throught the door, slamming it shut behind him. He was in a particurly good mood today, he managed to find a restaurant that was still in business. Good ol' KFC. Suppose someone would be bold enough to stay open, there's still people who have to eat. And where there's hungry people, there's business. Good thing too, because Logan couldn't cook to save his life and he was sure Taylor didn't want to be in charge of food every day.

He hurried through the living room into the kitchen, setting his bucket of chicken, two boxes of fries, and a liter of Coca-cola on the table.

"Yo! It's getting cold!" he repeated again, louder this time so Taylor could hear him. He then stepped over to the cubboard to retrieve two glasses. He glanced around at the wreck otherwise known as kitchen. Stacks of books in the corner of the counter that Becky had been going through, trying to find answers and solutions...mainly to Logan's recent case of not being able to die.

He looked to the left and noticed the coffee machine, bags of ground coffee leaning against it. It was probably the most used device in the house in the past few weeks. Where would they be without sweet coffee goodness? That and pie.

But he stopped his mindless staring and headed back towards the table with two glasses in hand.

"About as busy as a Monday morning church" he replied to her question, pouring himself some Coke as he did so. It was a total deadzone out tonight. There were a few people at the KFC but other than that, the streets were pretty dead. Sundays always were anymore.

"No no, this would be mine" he started, pointing toward the hot fried food. "THAT is yours" he added, then pointing toward the can of beans on the counter. He did so with a grin on his face as he slipped open the fry box and stuffed one in his mouth. It felt so good to eat that kind of food again, there was only so much canned foods and cheese sandwhiches that he could take. He craved that greasy, unhealthy food.

He then licked his lips and reached for a drumstick.

"More importantly, you could get me free food" he replied to her job comment, grabbing another couple of fries from the box. He knew that Taylor really did want a job and really did want to leave the nest. And he didn't want to admit it, but he didn't really want her to. He was a big baby deep down when it came to this kind of stuff. After the world went to hell, he didn't want the duo to ever split up. He didn't want her to be alone...and he didn't want to be alone.

Delighted that she had pushed the bucket toward him, he took another piece of chicken. Damn it was good. He hadn't eaten like this weeks.

"So, anything interesting happen today?" he asked, reaching for his glass of Coke-Cola.

"Hey, Imma growing boy. I need my food" he joked, reaching for a few more fries as he did so. It was times like these that made him appreciate the more important things in life, like family...and food. Although he felt it best to keep that last one to himself so he didn't come across as shallow as he sounded.

He raised his brow at her inquiring smirk. Now what could be possibly be up to? He didn't exactly have a lovelife, not to mention not much of a social life. He had a best friend and a sister, that was it. And that scared him, because what would happen in another hundred years? Would he still be alive? Would he have to watch his family die right before his eyes as he never even aged? He didn't like to think about it.

"Now, you're just implying that I actually have some kind of life. Which I seem to remember you implying that I didn't just yesterday" he came back, trying to lightly press his younger sisters buttons.