"What smells so good?" Paige made a beeline for the stove.

"Tomato-rosemary sauce for the chicken and a potion for Chris."

"Chris?"

"Yeah. He got attacked by some demon with toxic spit. Nothing fatal, just annoying." Piper adjusted the heat under a pot of water. "How was work?"

"Boring, actually. Which means that all hell is certain to break loose tomorrow." Paige laughed. "Do I have time to change?"

"Yeah. The pasta still has to cook."

"Cool." Paige orbed out of the room.

The baby monitor squealed.

"Hey, Paige. Could you get Wyatt for me?"

"Sure."

Piper hummed to herself as she stirred the sauce.

"Oh my gawd!" Paige screamed.

"Paige." Piper ran into the living room to find Paige, carrying Wyatt, running down the stairs, followed by Chris, who was dressed only in a towel.

"Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd." Paige blushed.

"You could have knocked."

"You could have locked the door."