A boy named Sous

"Yeah, yeah," Priestly muttered, flipping a spatula one handed and taking up his usual spot by the grill. "And, hey, that might not be a bad idea. Alfred and Barbara are good people."

Mr. Julius leaned over towards Lucille. "When did he become the reasonable one?"

"I heard that, Mr. Julius."

Jen smirked, and Trucker, sitting in the corner looking over the books, just smiled and watched it all with that serene, hippie way of his.