The three Cooper children climb onto the couch, huddling around the window. The house across the street had just been sold, with moving trucks and new people surrounding it.

"Who are they?" Georgie had ignorantly asked.

"What kind of question is that? How should we know? We've seen as much as you have."

"No you haven't. Trust me."

Sheldon rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to the new neighbors. That's when they caught a glimpse of the people moving in. A young girl, around the twins' age, standing close to her mother. Her dark, straight, and short hair was quite odd to Sheldon. In fact, her whole outfit choice was interesting. The multiple layers and barely any skin showing. It was all very different to what he's seen with his peers at school, mostly because highschool kids show as much skin as possible.

Missy turns to Sheldon, noticing how fascinated he seems. He almost didn't hear the teasing his siblings had started. Almost. If he hadn't, there wouldn't be children being chased around the house.

That night, dinner was a nicer one for the Cooper family. If 'nicer' means Sheldon wasn't talking, which in a way, it does.

Georgie started talking around the time Sheldon snaped back into reality, had he zoned out.

"There's a new girl across the street," he starts, "She probably moved in with her parents."

"Oh, well that's sweet. Maybe we should invite them over for dinner next weekend?" Mary replies. Sheldon's head snaps up when he hears this. Quickly, he tries to make up an excuse as to why they shouldn't invite strangers into their home.

"With how Georgie shovels food into his mouth, I don't think it would be a very welcoming environment to put them into... And now, my point being proven."

"Hey!" Georgie says some other incoherent things due to his mouth being full. Point in case.

"I think it'd be nice to have them over. It's terrifying moving in somewhere new, especially in Texas. Right, George?" Mary turns to George Sr., who's also eating like a pig. Sheldon sighs, looking down at his plate with suddenly no appetite.

"And you guys wonder why I wear gloves."

"Hello?"

The new family was soon met with Mary at their front step holding out a tray of cookies.

"Hello there," Mary starts, "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

"Oh, hello. Thank you," The woman speaks, smiling as she takes the cookies.

"How would you and your family like to come over for dinner this weekend?"

"That would be lovely, thank you, Ma'am," She reached out her hand to shake Mary's. "Mrs. Fowler."

Mary speaks, shaking her hand excitedly, "Mrs. Cooper. You may call me Mary."

"Nice to meet you, Mary."

"Anything else I could call you by?"

"Mrs. Fowler is fine."

"Ah," Mary lets go of her hand, awkwardly stepping back, "I see. Well, I hope to have you over Saturday."

"Sounds lovely."