Uncle Liam

"Good. Now that everything is all settled, I'm going to go help Uncle Lee with the cooking. Gotta make sure he doesn't burn the pancakes!"

"Oi! I'm an amazing cook. It's not my fault you don't like crunchy chicken or watery sauce."

Evan looked up from his glass of milk with a horrified expression.

"If that's the case... Please let Aunt Victory cook!"

When Lena came down ten minutes later, because the smell of smoke had woken her up, she decided not to ask why Liam was glaring at his plate while he cut a burnt pancake into pieces. Or why Tori would snicker every time she looked in Liam's direction. When she glanced at the pan on the stove, though, she finally voiced a concern.