A/N: Drumroll pleeeease… here's chapter 3! Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you Candyloversunite15 for giving me my very first review! *squeal* And yes, that's what I was thinking, Amian, and later Hamead.

Disclaimer:

Me: Evan!

Evan: What?

Me: Will you do the disclaimer?

Evan: NO! I'm not even in the story! Why would I do the disclaimer?

Me: Because if you do, I'll give you a special appearance!

Evan: Really? Wait, wait, you lied to the British supermodel kid. Why wouldn't you lie to me?

Me: I promise that you will be in my story. Happy?

Evan: I'm still not so sure… but I'll do it. Amycahillfan101 does not own the 39 clues, Prada, skittles, or any of the restaurants mentioned.

Me: Oh Evan, just wait 'till you see what I have in store for you!

Evan: Wait, what?

Amy's POV

"Let the Annual Cahill Family Reunion begin!" Fiske announced. He nodded at me, and I looked at the planner.

"Monday, we will have a feast to celebrate the first day of the reunion," I read. "The Cahills together will decide where to go." I understood what Fiske was trying to do. This was another one of his "bonding" activities. I glanced up, and chaos automatically broke out.

"Let's get Mexican!"

"I had that yesterday, let's get Japanese!"

"Do they have any French restaurants in this peasant country?"

"I am NOT eating snails! Let's get good ole fashioned American food!"

"Do you know how many carbs will be in that?"

"I'm thinking Arby's!"

"Can't we just do a home cooked meal?"

"FRIED CHICKEN!"

"HECK NO!"

"Let's just order a pizza!"

"Cheese!"

"Pepperoni!"

"Pineapple green pepper!"

"Let's get Oh's burritos!"

Everyone stared at Alistair in disbelief. "What? Microwavable burritos are good!"

I saw an opening to speak while everyone was still shocked with Alistair's suggestion. "Okay, everyone listen up!" Everyone stared at me, and I felt myself beginning to stutter. No, not now, Amy! You've handled them before, you can handle them now!"

Fiske was also watching, looking amused. I took a deep breathe. "Okay, I have an idea. Everyone will put their suggestions in a hat. There are 14 of us, not counting Fiske. I will draw three suggestions, and if anyone disagrees," I looked particularly at the Holts, "There will be no arguments. Okay?" Some people grumbled a bit, but everyone seemed pretty cool with the idea. I sighed, happy that that was over with.

"Anyone have a hat?"

Jonah's POV

I had just finished showering and changing when I heard Amy ask, "Anyone have a hat?"

"I do, yo!" I lifted up my "Gangsta" hat, and threw it Frisbee style to Amy. She caught it in midair. "So what we doin'?"

Ian rolled his eyes. "Jonah, would it kill you to use proper grammar? We are putting suggestions of food items for dinner in a hat, and are going to draw out three."

I nodded. "Da Wiz can do that." Several others rolled their eyes also at my slang. "What? That's just how I roll."

Fiske handed out strips of paper and pens, and we all wrote out our choices. I wrote "Angel hair shrimp pasta", one of my personal favorites. A/N: I didn't know what to put, so, yeah.

Everyone passed up their votes, and I could see a glimpse of Natalie's dart gun being slowly drawn out. If she didn't get her pick, I did not want to be next to her.

Fiske took my hat, filed with paper. "Did anyone not get to put their paper in?" Nobody spoke. "Alright then!"

He fished out a paper, unfolded it, and read aloud, "Boeuf bourguignon". "What the heck is that?" Dan shouted.

"I believe it's a French stew." I glanced over at Natalie, who slipped her gun back into her Prada purse, obviously pleased. That must have been her choice.

Fiske shook up the hat. "The next choice is… Angle hair shrimp pasta." I grinned. The Holts grunted a bit, but everyone else seemed fine with the choice.

"The last food Item will be… buffalo wings." The Holts cheered, making it obvious that they voted for that. Everyone else who didn't get their food picked accepted the choices given, except Dan.

"C'mon, what about skittles! Everyone loves skittles!"

Sinead's POV

My food choice wasn't chosen, but I'm ok with what was. Fiske and Nellie left to get the foods, and Amy walked over to set the dinner table. I went over to go help her.

"Hey," I greeted, grabbing the other two corners of a white table cloth. Together, we draped it over the long, rectangular, wooden table.

"Sinead, what's up?" She grabbed 15 plates (Fiske would join us for dinner), and I grabbed 15 forks and 15 spoons.

"Nothing really. Well," I thought, "There is something."

"What?" We continued placing forks, spoons, and plates.

"I think I like someone in the clue hunt. Like like, I mean."

"Who?" Amy leaned in close, and I whispered to her the answer. "No way!"

"No way what?" Hamilton came out of nowhere, probably to help set the table. "Do you guys need help?"

"Umm, could you grab some glasses?" I answered, ignoring the first question. Amy grabbed a water pitcher, and filled it with iced water.

"Okay." Hamilton started to take down some glasses from the upper cabinet. For a second I thought that he forgot the first question that he asked. "But you still haven't answered me, no way what?

Dang it! I thought, trying to think of a logical, fake explanation. Luckily, Amy thought of one for me.

"Sinead was telling me about Ned and Ted's recovery," Amy lied smoothly. It was believable because I really had told her about it earlier.

Hamilton nodded, buying it. He started to set out glasses. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. Ned can see now with glassed, and Ted's headaches… wait, which one is which?" He looked down and blushed. Wait, blushed? Does the Holt have... a crush on me? My eyes widened, and Amy looked questionably at me. I mouthed, I'll tell you later. She nodded.

Nellie and Fiske burst in a couple minutes later with the food, and we set it out.

"Now how are we going to get them to come down?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Nellie smirked. "I think I have an idea." She cupped her hands around her mouth and screamed, "FOOD'S HERE!

The Cahills stampeded to the kitchen, and within seconds, everyone was seated. I took the seat to the right of Amy.

"Could you pass the water?"

"I don't have a spoon!"

"This French stuff isn't half bad!"

"It's called boeuf bourguignon, Dolt."

"Ya know, this meal would be much better with skittles."

"Or Oh's Burritos!"

"Shut up, you two!"

The Cahills exploded into chatter, eating and talking and laughing, as if they never tried to kill each other in their lives. All was going well, until…

"Guys, I made you something special for desert," Nellie started, a huge grin on her face. "It's called… banana foster!

Nellie brought out a huge platter with a banana caramel desert, which looked absolutely delicious!

"Now, the traditional thing to do is set it on fire!" She brought out a lighter, and set it on fire.

It was beautiful, the blue and orange flames rising in the air!

"THAT'S SO NINJA!" Dan yelled. He startled Nellie, and she lost her grip on the dessert. It landed on the table cloth… which immediately set on fire.

It all happened in a flash. The Cahills screamed and got up, I had to pull Amy, who was transfixed with horror. It was spreading towards the wall; I braced myself for the worst…

"PFFFFT!" The sound of a fire extinguisher was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to me at that time. I whirled around to see Hamilton, a bright red fire extinguisher in his hands, and a look of relief on his face. I felt my heart skip a beat. Cute, strong, and a hero! He was almost too perfect!

The wall, luckily, was spared, but the tablecloth wasn't, nor was the food. The once white, frilly tablecloth was now charred and black, filled with holes. I hope it wasn't one of their favorites…

"Hamilton, how'd you think so fast?" Ian asked, his tone hushed. Everyone else seemed to have the same question, because they all leaned in to hear the answer.

Hamilton's face turned slightly pink, and he shuffled his feet on the floor. "Well, I figured that since my family burned it once, I could make it up to you guys by saving it this time." I caught a glimpse of Reagan and Madison, and they looked ashamed.

"Well, thank goodness for that," Amy replied, finally out of her shock. Several others nodded.

"Nellie…" Ted started (or was it Ned?"Why did you make a dish that you had to set on fire?"

"The better question is," Ned/Ted interjected, "Why did Dan scream, startling Nellie?"

I could sense accusations about to start, but luckily, Fiske announced, "All that matters is that it's over. Nellie, Alistair and I will dispose of the table cloth. You kids," He looked at all of us, "Will go to bed. Off with you, now!" With that we all stumbled to our rooms, still wondering what the heck happened.

A/N: The French stew is a real food that I looked up on the Internet, and so is the flaming desert. How was it? Ok? Less than Ok? More than OK? TELL ME!

The next chapter will probably (not for sure) be shorter than the others. It will be about the Cahills in their rooms, talking about the previous events. Still looking for a place to add in Buffy… but trust me, he will be in one of my chapters!

Ian: No, he will not!

Me: Oh yes he will! And also, in the next chapter, you're going to confess your love of Amy!

Ian: I do not love Amy!

Me: Yes you do!

Ian: No I don't!

Me: Yes you do!

Ian: No I don't!

Me: No, you don't!

Ian: Yes, I do! Wait, ARRGGGH!

Me: Haha, you just got pwned!