Roswell, Friday evening
Judging by the sounds coming from the den, the MarioKart race was getting pretty intense. Isabel wondered if the guys would even notice if she didn't return with snacks and instead stayed hidden in the relative quiet of the kitchen for a while.
"Hiding?" Diane Evans asked when she came into the room.
"Possibly," Isabel admitted. "They're a little intense."
"Just a bit," her mother agreed. "But it's good to see them relaxed and having fun. Even if they do take beating a gorilla in a car race a little too seriously."
Laughing, Isabel nodded and starting dig in the freezer for ice cream. Maybe they'd settle down with food. "Thanks for letting us stay this weekend."
"Isabel, you're my daughter. You and your friends are always welcome. You know that."
"I know. Thanks mom."
With that a particularly loud and possibly anatomically impossible curse was heard from the den. Diane rolled her eyes and picked up the bottle of wine she'd gotten off the counter. "I heard nothing and I'm going to go join the adults on the deck. Don't let them break anything." With a final shake of her head, Diane fled.
"Hiding?" Diane Evans asked when she came into the room.
"Possibly," Isabel admitted. "They're a little intense."
"Just a bit," her mother agreed. "But it's good to see them relaxed and having fun. Even if they do take beating a gorilla in a car race a little too seriously."
Laughing, Isabel nodded and starting dig in the freezer for ice cream. Maybe they'd settle down with food. "Thanks for letting us stay this weekend."
"Isabel, you're my daughter. You and your friends are always welcome. You know that."
"I know. Thanks mom."
With that a particularly loud and possibly anatomically impossible curse was heard from the den. Diane rolled her eyes and picked up the bottle of wine she'd gotten off the counter. "I heard nothing and I'm going to go join the adults on the deck. Don't let them break anything." With a final shake of her head, Diane fled.