Far be it for the narration to go around toting the Grear Power of
teenage hormones, but Bart does look better today. He's stolen one of the sofas for clearly devious drawing purposes and is settled into it comfortably with pencils and sketchbook and a blanket which does not make this cute or cuddly at all
He might've even eaten today without Jenny practically holding a gun to his head. SHOCKING, WE KNOW.