"Hey, Chris, where does this one go?" Wyatt asked his younger brother. 'This one' being a box he was carrying. Wyatt and Chris Halliwell were moving in. The funky loft with its big windows and 14 foot ceiling was a big change from the Victorian mansion where they both grew up, but much more in keeping with the young bachelor lifestyle they planned to have.

His brother cocked an eyebrow at him and starts tracing the word on his side of the box with his finger and says slowly, "k…i...t…c…h…e…n," as though speaking to a child.

"Oops, missed that," said Wyatt, cocking a sardonic brow of his while turning the box around, "this side says l…i…v…i…n…g r…o…o…m," he traces the words and mimics Chris' tone.

Chris shrugs nonchalantly, brows furrowed, "Open it."

Wyatt opens the box and pulls out several towels and a rubber duck.

Simultaneously the brothers say, "Bathroom."

As Wyatt carries the box away, he mumbles, "Who packed this one?"

The ringing of the phone interrupts Wyatt's mutterings. Chris crosses to the phone.

"Answer." He commands the videophone and the bartender from P3, which Chris runs for his mother, Piper, appears on the phone screen. "How's it coming?" Chris asks him.

"Fine, I was calling to let you know that we can handle things here, if you'd rather get settled." Justin's round face was friendly.

Chris looks around to make sure that Wyatt can't hear him, "No, Wyatt can finish the unpacking." He gallantly volunteers his brother's services. "Besides," he adds, "If tonight is anything like last Friday, you'll need me."

"Will it get that busy? Do you think Wyatt will have to come in, too? I know you'd really rather let him stay home and unpack…" He laughed.

"If we need him, he will come, but, he's usually so busy doing the books for P3 and Angel's that I'd hate to break into his night off…" Chris gave a laugh of his own.

"Good enough. See you later then." The bartender switches the phone off and the screen goes blank.

Wyatt enters the room, "Who was that?" he indicates the phone.

"Our newest bartender. Sorry, bro, they really need me tonight, so it looks like you'll be doing most of the unpacking." Chris tries to look apologetic and fails miserably.

Wyatt peers at his brother knowingly, "Really? Well then, I'll need to run and get coffee and sandwiches to keep up my strength. You just work on those few boxes." He nods his head toward the area in the room where the most boxes are still waiting to be unpacked.

Chris looks towards the boxes and ruefully shakes his head. He really should stop trying to get the better of his big brother.

A/N I have decided that the whole disclaiming thing will be done once, in the beginning of the episode.