((I'm sorry things are moving so slowly. This week's been kinda chaotic.))
Gavin
Gavin just grunted in response, turning to stomp back to the living room. He planted himself on the couch, reaching over to grab the tv remote a couple feet away from him. He jumped through the channels their cable offered, before settling on some cartoon station. He complained about how much of a victim he was in this situation, going silent only a few seconds later to focus his attention on the show.
Rayna
Rayna finished making the pasta, swiftly turning to grab three dishes to divide the food in. She scooted two of the plates into one of her arms, and held the last one in her other hand. She walked gingerly to the kitchen table a few feet away, setting them neatly in front of the table seats. "Gavin, come eat." she called curtly, turning to tread down the hallway to Alessa's room. She knocked on the pup's door gently, opening the door to poke her head in. "Alessa, dinner's ready." She informed softly.