Mitchell had his priorities. Pizza had always belonged to it. Not putting too much effort into a crappy job was another one. Right now, it was his family. He had spent far more time with his girls at home than at the pub. The place ran fine without him anyway. As long as he kept the tequila stocked.
"Hey," he said as he came home from a morning errand. Groceries landed on the kitchen counter and two kisses were handed out to the two beautiful ladies. One on the forehead, one on the mouth.