"He's one of them, yes. His sister is also someone that should be listened to," Gabriel leaned against the counter, contemplating whether or not he felt like making lunch for six people. He decided he wanted to make sandwiches. Maybe grilled cheese. That is if he could find any bread that wasn't moldy. 

"Hard rolls!" Gabe thought out loud, remembering that hard rolls had a longer shelf life than most things. "I could make hard rolls and cheese," he nearly forgot Isaac was in the same room as him. When he remembered, he turned pink with embarrassment. 

He whispered a, "Sorry."

"Would you like to stay for lunch, maybe?" Gabriel would've felt bad if he hadn't offered. 

[@The Critic]