"Kill who?" Boo had walked through the door moments after Gem, but had apparently managed to miss enough of the conversation to be lost, but murder wasn't a strange topic in the Collins house, so he hardly even blinked.
He had also arrived with food in hand, but unlike his less culinarily talented twin, he had actually prepared his dish. The night before. In a slow cooker. Don't judge. He quickly ducked into the kitchen after Gemma walked out of it to plug the crock-pot full of homemade baked beans back in to simmer until dinner was served and slipped back out just as quickly.
"I thought I had son of the year? I mean, clearly." He rolled his eyes. Enough said.