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“You two getting serious then?” Matt asked, and Damian shrugged as he moved around the kitchen where they had been located. “I don’t know what you’re making, so check if we have the ingredients; otherwise, we can go shopping.” “At nine?” Alec said. I rolled my eyes at him. “Yeah, there are supermarkets open.” Damian looked around the kitchen; the rest were sitting on the island. “We need new phones,” Alice said as she frowned at her empty hands. “What happened to your old ones?” “We had to lose them,” Oliver said, his arms on the island, head resting on them. “You said they broke.” “Same thing.” “Why did you have to lose them, then?” Max said, and no one answered. They had a conversation in French once again. Max scowled. “And since when do you all know f*****g French?” “We’