"An'," he ruffled Kat's hair, unable to resist teasing her "Make nothin's movin' when ye get that cake." Kat made face, "don't worry I will," she promoised. "Can we make Tacos for dinner?" "Sounds like a plan, Kit-Kat." Rachel said as she grabbed her purse and motioned for her daughter to follow, waving at Phililp "We'll call you when we get back and you can cut the tomatoes."
