Sixth floor kitchen, Saturday night

[17andinfected]

Shilo had ended up taking a three-hour-long nap this evening (mostly because she could), and as a result had missed dinner time. So now she was attempting to fend for herself in a kitchen that she'd only read about in her father's issues of Popular Mechanics, in articles like "How I Restored My Parents' Old Kitchen" and "Nostalgia for The '00s

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[stocksgrrl]

How Turtle managed to get from the deck to the sixth floor (not to mention all those rooms in between) so quickly was anyone's guess really.

"Oh, there is someone up here! Hi, Shilo! Is this where you've been hiding?"

[17andinfected]

"For about a half-hour, yeah," Shilo replied, gingerly poking the contents of the pot. "How are you, Turtle?"

[stocksgrrl]

"Really good! What are you making, there?"

[17andinfected]

"It's... macaroni and cheese," she replied, more doubtful than ever. "Or at least the box says it is."