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[imean_siriously]

Siri is being difficult.

She has a cocktail napkin in one hand and is tearing it into tiny little pieces.

All the booze in the tapcaf is on the floor. Her son stands over the sin water, with a clipboard in hand.

Siri tries to sit as low as possible.

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[garenthegood]

"Maaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaa!" Garen whines. "I swept earlier, I'm just too busy to do it again!"

He turns back to his sorting. "First by type, then by color, then by size."

[imean_siriously]

She huffs and grabs the broom. Siri passive-aggressively sweeps the floor, but only half-heartedly.

"Wait. How do you know about types?"

[garenthegood]

"I did my research!" he says, puffing out his chest with pride. "I know that if you mix some kinds you will die!! Beer on whiskey, mighty risky!!"

[imean_siriously]

"... research. Right."

She stops sweeping and goes to the pile. "So, should we start with whiskey? Since you obviously know everything about it."

Shhh. She has not had a drink in a while.

[jedimacguyver]

...Do I even want to know?

[garenthegood]

POPPA!

POPPA!

POPPA POPPA POPPA POPPA YOU'RE HERE!!!!

Mister Skywalker has been SO RUDE! >c

oh geez, he is so confused, who is this i dont even

[jedimacguyver]

I...what? 'Poppa?'

[No, nevermind that. We'll deal with that, later]

Mister Skywalker? Do you mean Anakin?

SAY HELLO TO GARE-BEAR

[garenthegood]

I would never call him that! That would be rude.

To mention confusing. There are so many Mister Skywalkers and Anakins!