you know it isn't massacres and laughter all day long still there's something about a war

[moralitypolice]

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[undermyfeet]

Exactly. And that's a way better plan than putting it off until the last minute and having no time to get it done.

[He may have learned that from experience.]

[moralitypolice]

I'll take your word for it. I grew up around the overachievers. And, then - witch.

( Sometimes, she had no choice. It was a wonder they all graduated. (It was compulsion.) )

Speaking of. Tonight. It's you and me, Danny. Whatever you want to do. After dinner.

[undermyfeet]

Ooooh.

[He glances over to her with a smirk as he finishes chopping one of the scallions.]

Mario Kart. I will make you put your money where your mouth is.

[moralitypolice]

You know what I meant.

( But maybe he just really.. wants to play Mario Kart. )

Fine. But, don't blame me when I kick your ass.

[undermyfeet]

I will accept a new reigning champion, provided it's properly earned.

[And he knows what she meant, but they deserve to have some fun every once in a while.]

[moralitypolice]

Oh, I will earn it properly. I don't cheat.

( She comes around to sit in one of the stools. All that's left is for his parents to come home. )

[undermyfeet]

Good.

[And while they're waiting, Danny's phone pings in the background. He reaches for it and pulls it back over with a frown.]

Guess it really is just you and me. That's Bridget, and she says that she and my parents are just going right to the meeting.

[moralitypolice]

Oh. Alright. Well, that's what recipes are for, right?

( And ovens and one pan bakes. So, she goes over to her bag and gets her own phone, Googling what she needs to find. )

How good are you, culinarily?

[undermyfeet]

[He lifts a hand and tips it back and forth in a so-so gesture.]

I can prep ingredients but if it's something I have to sit and watch, it will burn.

[moralitypolice]

Oven, it is. And I think your parents have a meat thermometer? That'll take care of the chicken at least...

( She continues to scroll... )

[undermyfeet]

[He holds up a finger because yes! He knows what one of those looks like. He shuffles through the drawers before pulling out the meat thermometer and holding it out to her.]

Here you go.

[moralitypolice]

Alright! We will have a dinner.

( She arranges what she can and turns on the oven to warm it up. )

[undermyfeet]

[And with that, there is more cooking and chatting until things get crazy later.]