Lucas's POV:
I stared at her for a while before nodding in agreement.
"That's right," I mused. "You're the host here."
Her parents just gave us an amused look before we entered the McArthur household. The dishes were already on the table, covered by either tissues or their own bowl covers.
"Is everyone here yet?" I inquired, stretching my arms above me. Noting the absence of the Ainsley's, I sighed. I was so hungry… I seriously missed my parents' cooking.