33 Apocalypse Ave - Late Thursday Afternoon

[no_toast_thanks]

Friday toddled off to play with his toys in the living room while Thursday went to prepare dinner. She was not in the best of moods and Friday knew when it was best to make himself scarce to let his mother brood or take her mood out on some pots and pans. Hopefully the end result would be edible. It was hit and miss when it came to her cooking

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[screwyoumarvel]

Steve came up from the basement with vague thoughts of supper. Either that, or a huge batch of cookies, which he'd had in place of an actual meal more than once in the past. "Well, hello, stranger," he said to Thursday when he saw her.

[no_toast_thanks]

"Evening, Steve," Thursday replied. "We're about to make supper if you're interested in staying in. Something with potatoes." She hadn't figured out the specifics yet.

Friday gave a friendly wave.

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve grinned and gave a little wave to Friday. "Hi, there, little guy." He looked back up at Thursday. "Potatoes, hmm? I might be able to help with that. Had you gotten beyond 'potatoes' in the plan?"

[no_toast_thanks]

"I spent the day in Special Collections battling manticores with a vacuum cleaner. Deciding on potatoes is quite an impressive feat."