33 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday Evening
Cally was, at least, no longer completely freeloading off of Paige at 33 Apolcalypse Avenue. With a job came an income, and a chance to put food on the table.
Of course, if you were Cally and trying to avoid most domestic things that didn't involve your darling small child, that meant ordering ordering delivery. Like when she ordered two large pizzas that night so that she didn't have to cook, other than preparing Nicky's dinner.
She'd deliberately missed the dance last night. And she was deliberately ignoring any stupid Earth customs today.
And boy, did the poor pizza order taker get an earful when he asked if she wanted the Father's Day Special.
So that left Cally feeding Nicky at the table, waiting for her pizzas to arrive.
[ooc: Very open, if anyone wants to drop by or lives there.]
Of course, if you were Cally and trying to avoid most domestic things that didn't involve your darling small child, that meant ordering ordering delivery. Like when she ordered two large pizzas that night so that she didn't have to cook, other than preparing Nicky's dinner.
She'd deliberately missed the dance last night. And she was deliberately ignoring any stupid Earth customs today.
And boy, did the poor pizza order taker get an earful when he asked if she wanted the Father's Day Special.
So that left Cally feeding Nicky at the table, waiting for her pizzas to arrive.
[ooc: Very open, if anyone wants to drop by or lives there.]