Later that night after hours of being delayed by Franc's text saying that he'd make it in time for the show tonight and getting tired of waiting in his room, Derek came downstairs to find Ceaser and Reggie conversing in the kitchen over late dinner preparations. Reggie stood at the hob, while Ceaser thrashed about in the small cooking space, throwing cabinets open and taking out the spaghetti and an uncooked packet of samosas.
Derek wrinkled his nose. Samosas were just wrong. His stomach growled once more, and he turned to the fridge, opening it to see what edible thing he had left. He recalled briefly how he'd forgotten to take the shopping list he'd made last night with him when he went out earlier.
After rummaging through Desmond's frozen chicken and Ceaser's hotdogs and finding his s
