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“Hi guys I’m back-” Rhoslyn blinked at the sight before her. After a couple seconds of staring, she just sighed and began to take her shoes off.
Just a totally normal day with this gaggle of disasters.
First of all, there were balloons all over the floor. Upon closer inspection, Rhoslyn found them all duck-taped into a sort of haphazard structure.
“Don’t touch! It’s for an, uh, experiment,” said Quincy as Rhoslyn made to pick one up.
“He wants to make a life-size chess set using balloons, so we can pop the pieces when they’re captured,” Sophia offered helpfully from where she was dutifully blowing up more of them. Edmund, Tom, and a handful of Teulu members waved at Rhoslyn.
A large clump of feathers flew across the living room, closely followed by a blur of orange fur. Adle watched the exchange with an astonished look on his face. “I didn’t know ducks could fly.”
“Never mind that!” Wilmot yelled, chasing the two animals around in circles. “A duck finally let me adopt it and now Saffron is trying to eat it? Tirsoooooo!!!”
“OWAIN! NO!”
Rhoslyn’s gaze snapped to the high shelf by the kitchen. The black cat had found a spot on the tiny top ledge, right next to… a vase. Of course.
Owain looked down at a concerned Alison, who had been the source of the yelp. He reluctantly put down a raised paw.
Those toe beans began coming back up the moment Alison’s body language relaxed.
“NO!!!”
Rhoslyn left those two to their battle, and decided to check on the inside of the kitchen.
She barely made it halfway there when Caili pushed past her with a horrified look on her face. “I LEFT TIRSO IN CHARGE OF THE KITCHEN!”
“OH NO!!!” Rhoslyn joined her in nyooming the rest of the way.
Sure enough, a large amount of smoke was pouring out of the small toaster oven on the counter.
The two ladies stepped into the room just in time to see Tirso pulling a charred scrap of food(?) out of it using a pair of (heat-safe) tongs.
“Uh, sorry,” he said, not looking particularly sorry.
Isa, who had been inside the kitchen the whole time, didn’t seem to have noticed any of this. She just kept on bopping her head to the Christmas songs (in the middle of JULY??) playing out of a nearby speaker while she hacked up some meat with a large knife. (It’s for a stew! No murder today!)
“FOUR SECONDS!!!!!” Kestrin cheered, excitedly thumping his hand against the dining table, the way middle-schoolers do when they win a game of classroom Kahoot.
In this case, the credit went to Henry, who had crumbs all over his shirt, and puffed up cheeks like a hamster.
Artair stood by with a resigned expression.
“He ate an entire pie in FOUR SECONDS!” Kestrin cried while pointing at his stopwatch, undeterred by Rhoslyn’s facepalm.
Just a totally normal day with this gaggle of disasters.