"Apparently!"

He giggles.

"No way, whenever I make stuff up when I bake I get glop."

"I," says Trouble, "have practice."

"So you got a lot of glop first?"

He shrugs. "Some, yeah. Sometimes I used recipes. I didn't reinvent pie from scratch or anything."

"Inventing pie would be quite an achievement. Mom, can I have seconds?"

"Just a small one, but sure."

Bella hops up and collects a small second slice of pie.

...Trouble watches this interchange.

"It's really good pie but I'm actually kind of in a chocolate mood, is there any of our birthday cake left?"

"Should be, I had the second-to-last slice yesterday. All yours."

Andi gets a slice of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and 15 written on it in blue icing out of the fridge and has it in lieu of a second slice of pie.

Trouble eyes the remaining pie speculatively.

"If one of us gets seconds we can all have seconds," Andi informs him.

"I'm deciding if I want any."

Bella steals a bite of Andi's slice of birthday cake.

Andi snorts and steals a bite of Bella's second slice of pie.

Trouble giggles.

"That's a sisters privilege," says Andi, pointing her fork at Trouble, "if you had any designs on my cake."

"Yeah, I figured," he says.

"Long as that's clear," says Andi contently.

Bella's pie is all gone. She leans back in her chair, smiling.

Renée wanders out of the room - she pats Andi on the head once as she goes, since she's right there.