After Bonnie had ran past Liam naked and wet - which gladly Ryan had not been there to see - the older Byrne had moved into the bathroom to also get naked and wet. It was hot as balls - and wet, too, like that sticky wet that disgusted everybody, especially him - and even though he did not like the idea of putting more water over the already natural wetness in the air he didn't like the smell underneath his arms either. He'd gotten out of the shower in a good mood, however, thanks to the brand new dehumidifier he'd gotten a few days ago as a little present for the family. It was alright to splurge every once in a while, especially in appliances that did not scream "I just robbed a bank".
With a towel wrapped around his waist, and as dry as he'd ever be seconds out of the shower, Ryan moved on to the kitchen, dancing and sprouting fire from his fingers as he went. It was a silly dance, but it probably looked good on account of the fire. Opening a cupboard, Ryan frowned. "WHO WENT INTO THE ONION CHIPS SUPPLY? LIAM!" he yelled in the living room's direction, since he could hear the television on. His brother probably had the munchies again. He walked with purpose into the living room, tearing the chips off of Liam's hands. "You know other people eat too, right? I know that might be a hard concept to get for you, but yeah everybody needs food to live." Ryan slumped down on the couch next to Liam, taking a handful of chips for himself. "Is it your life goal to turn into a greasy fat fuck before you're thirty, or...?"