"God, we're gonna live in a shit hole. I guess as long we save, it won't be so bad. Let's just make sure we don't end up above a meth lab." He had a feeling they'd never sleep otherwise. "I'll order the same as you, genius. Nice joke, real funny." Rolling his eyes, he pushed Edward inside the shop and huffed, watching as Edward ordered for them.

As the guy went off to make their stuff, Jonathan checked out the kitchen from the side and then leaned into Ed. "There's three generations of grime in there."