"It was a minor thing. Stop acting like we stabbed a guy. It's not like you guys have electronic systems to keep it safe, one little file for breaking and entering by a couple of orphans is going to be lost in paperwork."

Diana scowled, Howards paranoid anger rubbing off on her, the remnants of the mob mentally of FAYZ. "This is about reputation, isn't it? Sorry if we've ruined your perfectly family image of the perfect little couple on the perfect little street."

Her hand curled, dragging her long nails across the kitchen table, grooving the grain of the wood, turning to insults to calm herself down. "It might teach him the consequences of wasting food. And poor security."