Clean up this mess.

Good idea. You decide to clean up everything and remake the cookies, you rest against the counter as the timer starts counting down.

Become presentable.

Well okay. You needed to you had dust and burnt cookies smeared all over your nice flower dress.

You decide to uncaptchalog the spare clothes you always keep handy. You button up your overalls and sit down infront of the door, awaiting mother.

Make sure house is clean.

While cleaning the kitchen you had taken some spare time to clean up the mess you had left in the living room and bathroom leaving the house spotless. You smile brightly and push up your glasses as the door opens.

Stay quiet and try not to speak to her.

Her eyes glaze over you and the house proudly. She pats your head and puts the Herblum game on your lap. She walks into the living room leaving you.

Take the cookies and feast.

You take the cookies that you had put in the oven minutes ago and decide to eat them taking one bite you throw the rest away and go to your room happily putting the Herblum game in.

You set it up and decide to message Trenton.

HopelessTheodore has started chirping with TorbitRemote

HT: Trenton I just got my game! Wanna start playing??? :))))

TR: I dont know i kinda just got out of a weird conversation with Nichole and stuff.

HT: hehe her conversations are always weird what did she say??

TR: Well she kinda mentioned that were in the timeline of this girls ancestors ancestor. And like it was in her cooky wanky messed up think pan of a brain, and it all went down in derse.

HT: well shes drunk. Dont mind her.

TR: yeah thats what i was thinking too.

TR: i kinda excused it as one of her drunk napping wet dreams.

HT: hey um lets get off the subject of talking about Nichole. I kinda made this silent oath not to talk about my friends behind their back :(

TR: okay. I guess ill follow by that rule Mary.

HT: Thank you. I appreciate that Trenton, more than you think.

TR: yeah so um...Lifes getting kinda weird.

HT: i dont know, my lifes kinda normal.

TR: its raining coal where i am.

HT: what?

TR: like coals you know, the stuff you put in grills. Its gathering all up in my swing sets and old play things. And its staining the snow.

HT: how could it be raining when you have snow. Even if it wasnt raining coals.

TR: IDK.

HT: Are you pulling my tail?

TR: no, I promise

HT: well wow, sounds cool...its raining where i am.

TR: mmmmm....my cat is getting scared i gtg.

HT: but i came here to talk about playing the game with you!

TR: CAT IS MORE IMPORTANT SORRY BRB???

HT: okay i guess.

TorbitRemote has flown away.

Look outside.

You had been correct. It was raining.