Charlotte and her father ran in to the kitchen less than two second after I'd run in.

Jenn was staring at a mess of ketch up and some yellow substance I was too distressed to study. And she looked more shocked at our presence than in any real danger.

“Oh God". Jenn groaned.

“What is the matter? Are you all right, Jennifer?" Mr Schnapp asked. I couldn't help my own facepalm.

“She's all right dad". Jenn replied.

“Is she? Are you?" He asked again.

I turned back before he could take that step I knew he was going to take forward. “She's all right. Jenn tends to be...dramatic". I nodded...