Elijah looked at Aliyah who rolled her eye's. "Yeah, yeah," she said and grabbed the picture, heading to the living room to hang it up. Elijah looked at Varias. "Are you hungry? Aliyah can make dinner for us. She alway's cooks because if I do I'll burn the house down on accident. Almost done it before wihle she was gone. Now I'm not aloud to touch the stove."
Aliyah pushes a nail into the wall next to the table where Elijah alway's sits. He'd said living room, but this was Elijah's living room, he spent all of his time in it. She lightly placed the painting on the nail so that it didn't hurt it and then straightened it out. With a nod she sat down at the table again, waiting for her next small task.















