Vincent: I woke up this morn 2 the smell of coffee brewing & the sight of a beautiful girl. I like the way 2day is shaping up.
Mouse: Feeling so much better! Now to start cooking Thanksgiving for Eep, Vincent, Poppy & anyone else who stops by.
Poppy (to Mouse): Should we bring anything to the feast?
Mouse (to Poppy): umm, thank you for asking, I think I've got everything.
Eep (to Mouse): Glad to hear it! Tell me you need me to bring something so I don't feel like a useless, mooching, dickweed.
Mouse (to Eep): I've got it all under control, but if you wanted to come & keep me company I wouldn't mind.
Eep (to Mouse): Sure. Do I have to keep my ass out of the kitchen or am I free to watch you work?
Mouse (to Eep): Um, sure you can hang out in the kitchen with me, but it's probably boring... No one's ever wanted to before. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. The kitchen is usually where I hide during social gatherings. And that's where you'll be all morning, right? Plus, it'll smell good in there.
Mouse (to Eep): That's where I always hide, too. I'll warn you if you're here I may put you to work.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't threaten. I won't be held responsible for anything I ruin.
Mouse (to Eep): you can just do the prep work... I won't make you actually cook. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): And everyone will thank you for it. :p Be over soon!
Eep: It takes a fuck of a long time to peel 5 lbs of potatoes, and it's not NEARLY as fun as those Donald Duck army cartoons implied.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry it wasn't fun, but it helped me out greatly. (to Vincent) Little brother, food will be ready by 2pm. So, you & Poppy can head over any time.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hmmm? Oh yes! The feast! Sorry sister dearest, I was a might distracted. We were playing strip Jenga.
Eep (to Mouse): That's all right. I don't mind being put to work. How I managed to gore up my hand with a potato peeler I have NO idea.
