It had been a pretty good day for Mia. There had been no catastrophes, no hysterical shrieking (more so than usual anyway) children, no borderline psychotic parents questioning her about their daughters.
She had been ready for the usual onslaught of twin boys when she pushed open the doors and felt a twinge of motherly panic when she didn't so much as hear a familiar shout. She relaxed slightly when she saw Tino sitting on the couch calmly, which meant there couldn't have been a serious accident (or he was trying to break it to her gently).
"Hey..." she said slowly, peering around suspiciously. She caught a whiff of something and her brows shot up. "Did you cook?"