"Come on," Lena said, dragging Roxanna towards the kitchen, her arms still around her waist.
"That he is," Thomas nodded. "And he is not allowed to have Lena. He can have me again first, and I don't fucking want that either. Never, ever, ever. Which reminds me, we should burn those clothes and the money and make s'mores over the flames. You game?"
"I'M GAME!" Lena called out from the door as they walked in.