"Oh, that's not a problem, believe me if they knew half the shit I've done. The half they do know already makes them super unhappy," she cheerfully replied as she churned the bowl, her head jerking in the direction of the pictures. Upon closer look, the family was quite diverse; two white parents with a plethora of children with different nationalities. Once Aurora confirmed her suspicions, BB's jaw playfully dropped.
"Oh my fucking god I knew it," she said, after her mouth audibly clicked closed. "Is this place a hotspot for celebs or what? I don't know if you know, but Rafael Atala lives here too, ugh, cutest gay porn star ever. God this place is perfect, at this rate I'll never be at a loss for stories again. I'm a columnist, by the way, the clippings on the fridge are mine. I have way more online, of course, but sometimes print still means something, you know?" She turned to the counter and started dumping the bag of chocolate chips into the bowl; the contents of said bowl were quickly starting to threaten the lip and spill onto the floor, but BB showed no signs of concern.