*Phoebe's Point of View*
"Phoebe, is there a reason why are you covered in flour?" Piper asked stifling a laugh.
"Chris, Mark, and I were having a flour fight after Mark put a cake in the oven. Which reminds me, Mark is bringing a cake for us," I said grinning.
"So, I'm guessing you like Mark," Paige said filling her cup with coffee.
"Ya, he's a really good guy for Chris, but he has to work on his family skills," I said nodding.
"Well, do you blame him?" Piper said leaning on the counter, "He lives by himself without anyone, so I didn't expect him to have good people skills."
"Not really, but I'm really glad that Chris knows him," I said brushing some flour away.
"I'm glad I know him too," Chris said from behind me holding Marks hand as Mark held a cake.