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Shitty is home for dinner.
Maybe he was at work last night until 3, and went back in at 7:30 this morning, and is heading back again after dinner and is thinking of trying to find one of the road trip sleeping bags in the basement to take with him, but here he is, eating Bitty's salmon at a table with all three of his people.
"I invited Robs and Marky over to dinner this weekend," Jack says, when Shitty winds down about work. Lardo sets down their glass, Shitty stops chewing mid-bite, Bitty actually freezes with his fork halfway to his lips.
"I, uh, bailed on them tonight," Jack says, "When Shitty said he'd be home. Will that be okay?"
"Of COURSE," Bitty says real big over Shitty and Lardo saying the same thing. "What should I make, or, wait, who do you want to be home?"
"You can make what you want?" Jack says. "And, uh, anyone who's home... should be home?"
Bitty beams. Shitty holds out his fist to Jack.
"What's this for," Jack says, bumping it automatically.
"You," Shitty says without elaboration. Lardo nods.
"Lasagna," Bitty is muttering. "Maybe the hazelnut torte... no, better no nuts..."
Shitty hopes he can finagle a second dinner away from the office so soon.