He'd find her own did, if he looked around. A finger painting of what might be a busty woman on the wall, a few colorful pillows, a throw blanket on the far end of the couch. Everything is kept neat, which might have been surprising. Teenagers have a greater reputation for messiness than they do effective cleanliness.

Collette laughed from where she was in the kitchen, opening the side by side fridge's freezer half. "Number one problem! I send all the boys straight to bed."

As in sleeping. It wouldn't be too far off her luck, if she considers Caesar as her prime example.

She rolled back to the living room, holding out a kitchen towel and a bag of frozen corn. "I have no idea why we have corn," she admits, "But it should work pretty good. Have you got a bump there yet?"

Man, she wouldn't mind feeling it. Those sorts of things tended to be a morbidly curious event to Collette, so used to watching and observing the swellings of injuries on her own body with a detached, necessary curiosity.