“I think I need a big, fat thank you,” Ofa said smugly as she tapped the keyboard of her laptop. Both Nevaeh and Levi paused what they were doing and looked at their simpering cousin across the kitchen table where they were currently stationed. It was lunchtime, so the surface was littered with the makings of sandwiches, chips, and cookies. The latter of which Nevaeh had demanded be part of their meal. Chocolate-chips cookies and salty crisps sounded like heaven.
Ofa allotted both of them a haughty flick of her eye before tending back to her screen.
Levi took the bait. “And what do we need to thank you for?” He picked up a section of the ham sandwich next to his laptop and took a huge bite. Nevaeh turned her head away, taking a breath to ease her stomach of the strong smell h
