Schmoke und a snack?

He was still trying to guess as to which was which, looking for the Zepplin shirt, which he was pretty sure was Jess.

Maybe.

And that ass! He was surely going to hell for his thoughts about both of their backsides. Gods help him if they started wearing heels too he mused, with a smirk.

"That looks good to me," he said enthusiastically to the chef. To the bartender at the fridge, "Actually, I think I'll have a root beer too if you don't mind." He popped the top of the can offered, "Thank you m'lady, I'll grab a scotch after this." he said with a slight bow to her. "Yes, after a snack you can go swimming or whatever you want. I'm going to run up and change," not mentioning that he was going to grab his vaporizer and some of the weed from his study, planning to have a few hits before the girls came outside. He stopped just before the living room and the stairs going up, "Hey... so... what do we do about your school? I didn't even think about that. I guess we need to find out where you'll go and all that?"

He was also coming to the realization that he knew less about them than he'd realized. So many little things. Sure he'd taken care of the room and bathroom necessities. They'd done a little clothes shopping. He'd enjoyed their company and the way the acted, thinking it must be normal for twins and rather cute actually. But, what did they like? what where they into? He didn't want to pry or make them uncomfortable, but just why would their parents give them up like that. That's a fucked up thing to do to a kid.