...n the box.
He shrugged, sitting back next to her. "I'll think of something. We still have some things left that I can rustle up," Ben said.
"Rustle up? We're eating out tonight, Ben," Grandpa Max said, looking back for a fraction of a second. "We're in New Orleans, after all. I bet you missed the Cajun-style Salmon, eh?"
Ben's face lit up visibly as Gwen giggled. "I still remember the crawfish incident 5 years back, Grandpa," she said before bursting out, laughing with Grandpa Max as Ben scowled.
"No fair. Gwen's Lucky Girl powers made that happen," Ben said with a slight tinge of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Hey, lucky is lucky, dweeb. You gotta live with it," she said with a slight arrogance to her voice, Ben looking at her reproachfully. She then got up and hugged him, kissing him once on the lips while whispering "Sorry, Ben. Need to lead Gramps off the trail."
"You owe me tonight, Gwen," he said, groping her left rear. Gwen squealed as she jumped. "Ben!" she hissed, slapping his shoulder –again.
"Hehe, just kidding, babe," he said before tossing the white box back into the fridge and shutting it. But he could have sworn that he heard a growl as the box hit the yogurt cup.
It was almost near midnight when the 3 of them came back from the town's festivities. It wasn't exactly Mardi Gras yet, but they wouldn't pass that celebration down for anything.
"Listen, kids, I've still got some things to do before we all turn in for th...