House stopped in front of the dairy section of the supermarket under the instruction of his second oldest, second cousin. He rolled his eyes, he was pushing around a shopping cart while his 8-year-old cousin told him where to go, and what to grab. It was like taking tiny Cuddy grocery shopping. It was horrible. "OK, what kind of milk do you guys usually get?"
He blinked at her, "There are
types of milk?"
"Yeah." She thought everyone knew that.
"Cow?" He guessed.
"There's whole, 2%, 1%, fat free..." He continued to stare at her blankly. She sighed and pulled open the door, "We'll get 1%." She grabbed a gallon and set it in the cart. "Cereal."
"Finally," he let out a sigh of relief, "something I know." She had been getting cheese, and pasta, and potatoes, and produce. She corrected him on propper
egg selection. He thought you were just supposed to grab a carton, open it to see if any were broken, then put in your cart, but no. Apparently you had to find the kind you wanted, and check to see if the bottoms were broken. But cereal, there was nothing she could say about cereal.
"We're not getting all sugar cereal," she told him when they got to the cereal aisle.
He looked down at her in frustration. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you be like any other
normal kid?"
"Normal's boring," she answered. "
And, Stace doesn't like sugar cereal everyday. Only on the weekends when we don't cook, and you know that. She'll be very cranky if every time she looks in the cupboard she sees cartoons staring back at her. Just get Honey Nut Cheerios, it'll make everyone happy, and you and Rob can add more sugar if you want." House sighed and grabbed a box of previously mentioned cereal. "Very good. Now get two more kinds." He shook his head and started walking. "Your girlfriend gets sick one time, and you have no idea what to do," she shook her head. "Have you ever shopped without Junior, for food?" He opened his mouth, but she cut him off, "Real food?"
He looked off, then closed his mouth, "Remind me to sock whoever taught you to shop."
"I don't think Mom and Lisa will react too kindly to that."

Jessica poked her head out of the elevator to look out into the forth floor. It was pretty early. Early enough that non employees should't be in the hospital unless they were patients. Hallway was empty. She prepared herself, then started an odd walking sprint to her cousin's office. She let the door fall close behind her and reached into a desk drawer, pushing his extra pants and shirt out of the way, after setting a folder on his desk.

Chase watched one of the girls run out of the elevator into House's office, wearing nothing but pink, lace underwear. Holding a file over her ass pressumably to cover the thong. He saw her pull a plastic bag out of House's desk, and stick out her tongue slightly while smiling to herself as she held some black skinny jeans in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she pulled House's dress shirt out of his desk and start to put it on after pulling a small, black, spaghetti strap tank top on.

I must've forgot to bring an actual shirt, she thought while tying the shirt at her hips. She'd unconsciously stuck out her tongue like her sister was in the room when she found the spare clothes she'd put in House's desk. She smiled when she saw the clothes left there when she was thirteen. She started the near impossible task of pulling on her pants, nearly falling on her ass a few times. She had them to her thighs when she heard the door open. Her head jerked up and she saw Chase. "...Um..." She tried to find a good excuse for why she was half naked, nothing but the truth came to mind though. "I was playing Hide and Seek with Rob." He looked at her oddly. "I called truce so I could take a shower," an image of her in the shower flashed through his mind, "the bitch stole my clothes. Luckily," she held up the bag of clothes from over 9 years ago, "I have always been prepared for this. And my pants still aren't up completely," she said to herself and started tugging again.

"Why did she take your clothes?"

Jessica gave a huge sigh and sat when she finally got her jeans on. "Cause she's a bastard, and that's what bastards do." She cleared her throat and looked down. "I may have also glued her to the shower yesterday." He tilted his head. "She rubbed hot peppers on my lipstick! And not chilis, ridiculous habaneros, not regular ones. What was I supposed to do?" He chuckled. "Well," she stood, "I should probably go. While I packed clothes, I didn't pack a flat iron or makeup. Note to self for next time." She grabbed a rubber band off the desk, and said 'ow' when she put her hair up, then swished her hair a couple times. "See you later." He nodded and she walked towards the door. "Oh," she looked back, his eyes snapped away from her ass, "can you tell Greg that I'll bring his shirt back if he gets here before me?" He nodded, she smiled and kept walking, his eyes went back down. "Can you stop staring at my ass?" She called without looking over her shoulder. She waved, "Thank you."

"Your sister's pretty hot," he said later.

"No shit sherlock." Was Rob's reply. "Are you just now noticing that she's the hot twin?"

"You guys are identical."

"I know I'm naturally sexy," she shrugged, "it's probably the Italian. But my sister puts effort into it. The only reason you wanted to sleep with me is because you thought I was easier, which is not the case. She's not a whore, just, she's slept with more guys, more guys have seen my naked. Any sane person would try to hook up with her."