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It's been a while, but travellers have once again stumbled into this particular dimension.
Of course, the lady gives them room and board on her grounds until they can leave.
She understands their confusion.
Not to mention she also happens to monopolise the only guaranteed way for them to return.
Not that she has ever stopped someone from returning.
(Those that were... prevented... from returning have all deserved it however; of that she is certain.)
Thankfully, this time she isn't swamped with paperwork and can personally give her guests a tour around the place.
Hopefully it won't be too strange this time.
Though with her household that may be a bit much to ask.
So far its actually been going quite well.
Jonas didn't have any of his more concerning experiments set out on his kitchen table this time and, while still unnerving (it can't be helped really) Silas and Ran weren't as threatening today.
Of course that just means something strange has to happen at that moment.
In her defense, she forgot it was the last day of the month.
They are showing off the upper levels of the basement (this group seems the kind that would connect things an question) when it happens.
"... And this is one of our conference rooms."
She opens the door to show it off (why why did she open the door she could have just motioned to it and carried on-) and a blast of music comes pouring out.
"-And European, and neither is disgrace..."
Lo and behold, standing there with his back to her, in all his orange haired glory, on the table, is Theo. Wearing a mask. Of course. What else had she been expecting from her kids.
The singing stops.
Everyone in the room turns their heads to face them.
They're all wearing similar wooden masks with only two slits for eyes.
She can see a suited figure seated behind Theo's bent form where he had previously been facing, and off to the side, a lady with long dark hair wearing a lab coat has her hand raised to her mouth, no doubt trying to prevent her giggles at Theo's posturing from escaping.
She takes note of the song and who else is in the room.
Ah. Of course.
She has to remember to input the choir's monthly... meetings? into her calendar.
She slams the door shut, counts to ten, and opens it again.
The masks are gone and everyone is sitting at their places.
Too bad the damage has already been done.
Not like she didn't expect this to happen.
She herds her tour group off to the next attraction.