“Well,” Ava starts with a smile. “You better stop being lazy because dad and I won’t be there to cook for you when you move out, y’know.”

A loud groan falls from Ashton’s lips. “Don’t remind me, I’m not ready.”

“There’s still almost a whole year left. I’m sure you can find the motivation before that,” she says behind a giggle and leans down to scratch Cashew’s favourite spot behind the ears. “Have you figured out what you want to do yet?”