That’s when Piper realized her sister was wearing a toolbelt. And it actually had tools in it. The leather creaked and the tools clanked when she crossed the room to the toaster.

“You’re working here,” Piper repeated, confused.

“Why not? You’re working your ass off, right? And you can’t do it all on your own.” She pointed at herself, looking prideful and a little wan, which Piper attributed to her being up at this previously unseen hour.

“Okay,” Piper said. “Who are you two and what have you done with my real siblings?”

“I know, right?” Winnie put a piece of bread in the toaster. “Guess we grew up after all—”

“Wait!” Piper said before Winnie pushed the lever. “You’ll start a fire.”

“I fixed it.”

Piper blinked. “You fixed it?”

“Yeah. I keep telling you, YouTube’s amazing. Oh and the Wi-Fi—”

“—is crappy,” Piper said. “I know. I keep meaning to call—”

“Fixed that too.”

Piper stared at Winnie. “What?”

“Yeah, you had the wiring all screwed up, and also you weren’t password protected, so everyone and their dog was using your connection. Rookie mistake.”

Piper blinked. “Are you making fun of my tech skills?”

“Yes.”

“Just remember, I taught you how to use a damn spoon.”

Winnie grinned, and it looked so cute and carefree that Piper felt a burst of emotion. Happiness, she thought. She was so unused to it, she’d barely recognized it.

Winnie started to say something else, but went suddenly still, a hand on her stomach. Her color was way off. As in green.

“You okay?” Piper asked.

“Yep.” Winnie paused, then shook her head. “Nope.” And she went running out of the room.

Piper looked at Gavin. “The flu?”

Gavin shrugged. “Hey, do you think Mom and Dad would like the idea of all of us being back here together as adults?”

Her chest got a little tight in the way it always did whenever he tried to get her to talk about their parents. Just thinking about them hurt like hell, much less talking about them. But she managed a tight smile. “I do.” Then she left the kitchen and moved to the downstairs bathroom door, which was shut and locked. She knocked softly. “Winnie? You okay?”

“Go away.”

Ah. There she was. Piper went and got a can of ginger ale and a sleeve of crackers, and left them outside the bathroom door. Then she got one of the cottage front door locks replaced before she had to take off for work, where she spent twelve straight hours seeing the worst of humanity. But on the upside, she and Jenna got a whole fifteen minutes for a midday break, and they hit up 7-Eleven for hot dogs and chips.

Score.