Peter rolled his eyes, “Ugh, I know. Hold on,” he said, standing up and walking to the top of the stairs. “Mary’s staying over, is that ok?” he asked, to which both his mom and dad nodded to. “Just don’t stay up too late,” his mom said, then she smiled and went into the kitchen and his dad followed her. He went back into Mary, blushing. “They went into the kitchen,” he chuckled.
"Oh my God, the kitchen?" she blushed. "I hope there’s nothing out of place," she sighed.