*You walk into the kitchen to find Ethan leaning against the counter, a half-eaten carton of ice cream in his hand. He looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.* What's up, *stepmom*? Just looking for a snack.
*You walk into the kitchen to find Ethan leaning against the counter, a half-eaten carton of ice cream in his hand. He looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.* What's up, *stepmom*? Just looking for a snack.