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fandomhighdorms2009-04-12 01:16 am
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The Deck, Sunday Morning
Well, this was certainly interesting, what with the Prom, the kids, and now this.
"Okay, listen up. Plates are here, sandwiches are here, and one handful of chips. You guys don't get to touch the soda, let me do it," Jack said, laying out all the sandwiches and fixin's for a home-style sandwich breakfast before the hellions decided to tear the place up again. At least they had 'helped' bring the stuff outside without dropping anything.
"Now I know why Dad's never home," he muttered.
"Hey! I heard that! Mooom!" Someone who looked suspiciously like a wee!Burton with four small forehead horns was giving her father A Look.
"Help!" Jack protested, knowing he was not going to win.
[Open! Moddable sandwiches for all!]
"Okay, listen up. Plates are here, sandwiches are here, and one handful of chips. You guys don't get to touch the soda, let me do it," Jack said, laying out all the sandwiches and fixin's for a home-style sandwich breakfast before the hellions decided to tear the place up again. At least they had 'helped' bring the stuff outside without dropping anything.
"Now I know why Dad's never home," he muttered.
"Hey! I heard that! Mooom!" Someone who looked suspiciously like a wee!Burton with four small forehead horns was giving her father A Look.
"Help!" Jack protested, knowing he was not going to win.
[Open! Moddable sandwiches for all!]