Aiden was still trying to figure out what to cook for the girls before he headed to work. Being a bartender, he usually didn't have to work until the evening. He was leaning over a cookbook, eyeing a recipe, when the door slammed, making him jump.

"Eep!" It was a most un-ninjalike sound. He turned toward the sound and blinked. He was trying to figure out quickly if he fit under the 'swamp rats' description or not.