Peter sighed as you Stormed into the trailer and slammed the door in his face, smiling politely at Lynda, before heading to the tiny room next to Peter's. When Peter stormed in he threw his hands up in the air and pointed after you as if he expected Lynda to get involved.
"I don't want to know." Lynda chuckled.
"She's impossible." Peter sighed.
"Come and eat." Lynda sighed when you hurried into the kitchen to get a drink and quickly took the seat Peter was about to sit in.
"You see... see she does this on purpose!" Peter hissed.
"There are three other chairs." You hummed and stuck your tongue out at him as Lynda passed you your dinner.
He glowered as he took the corner chair and accepted his own food while focusing on the TV.