WHO: Snorri and Sindre
WHEN: Friday Night
WHERE: Their Apartment (Somewhere below the AZNs but above floor 1)
WHAT: Movie Night In
Snorri ignored the mess of pots and pans on the floor as he dug deeper into the cupboard and knocked over stack of bowls with a crash that stung his ears. He winced. The neighbors wouldn't hear that, would they? At least he'd managed to avoid hitting himself. A stack of metal mixing bowls would hurt on bare feet.
He dug deeper, felt his hands hit the back of the cupboard. Not in this one either.
He sighed, re-stacked the bowls and shoved them haphazardly back in. He could take time to straighten them, or make sure they wouldn't fall out next time, but that was too much effort. It was late. He wanted to get to the movie now, and think about all this later.
Where on earth was that damn popcorn popper...?