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I dunno, man. She doesn't like water. Do you think he has soda in the fridge? Do you think he'd care if we used some?

_{[Heather Mason is standing in the middle of a kitchen that Is Not Hers, eyeing a fridge that ALSO Is Not Hers. And clearly considering getting into it and taking something that, yes, you guessed it: Is Not Hers.]

[But in her defense, she's holding a Scorbunny who is puffing, kicking its little feet and blowing a large tuft of hair out of its face poutily. Thlayli wants Soda Pop!!!]}

Or do you think all that's in there is just like... prune juice.

I mean, if he cares maybe he should lock his front door.

[Envy has...even fewer hangups about the idea of just taking a soda that does not belong to him. On the scale of horrible crimes he could commit, it doesn't rank very high on his particular radar. Especially not when an Upset Fire Type is on the other end of things. Ever since the hair incident, he hasn't been fond of the idea of pushing one's buttons in any way.]

Besides, we know him! We can get him another soda.

[He gives the tantrum throwing rabbit a sideways glance.]

...if it is all prune juice, what face d'you think she'd make?

[Okay maybe not ANY way.]

Yeah, I guess that's true...

_{[WHAT'S A LITTLE SODA-BORROWING BETWEEN AURORA CHAMPIONS, ANYWAY?]

[Of course, the hypothetical question gets her to pause a moment. While she's certainly had worse tantrum-throwers, a Scorbunny scorned should not be taken lightly.]}

... I don't know.

I guess we'll find out, huh?

_{[She opens the refrigerator door. WHAT DOES GRANDPA HAVE IN HIS FRIDGE???]}

[Envy leans over her shoulder as she does.]

Is it prunes? If there's really soda, I think I want one too. Y'know. If we're already taking some.

[OHO. THERE IS INDEED SUGAR IN HERE.]

[Among....other, more questionable things.]

So if it's a sealed can there's a lower chance there's not an experimental exploding liquid in it, right?

_{[Oh boy. She should have known Ford would have some Weird Shit in here.]}

Uhhh... I'll be honest, if it doesn't have a big colorful logo I recognize on it, I'm going to assume it's something that will turn the drinker into a pile of purple goo.

_{[FORTUNATELY, there's a big bottle of CorCola in there, which Thlayli is already making insistent grabby-paws at.]}

Hold your freakin' horses, bigwig, I'm gettin' it!

_{[Time to find a glass small enough for bunny hands...]}

[And while Heather hunts for a glass, Envy helpfully reaches in (careful not to bump bare hands into the Science Thing) to take out two of the cans. Since she's got her hands full of Scorbunny and digging through cabinets. He does pause briefly after getting them out. Maybe he's actually hesitating over also "borrowing" a soda?]

Do you want one too?

[...or not.]

Nah, I'll have some of this-- I-- hey, wait...

_{[Screw glasses. Thlayli has wriggled out of Heather's arms, plopped down on the counter, and busily started unscrewing the cap herself. And when Heather reaches over to help, the response is a pointed THUMP on the countertop.]

[At which point Heather withdraws, holding her hands up.]}

Sheesh, all right... she's really come out of her shell now that all the Ultra Beast stuff is behind us.

I'll take one of those cans.

[Envy can't help but snicker at Thlayli, now that a bigger, more fiery tantrum seems to have been averted.]

I'll say. At least she hasn't gone and gotten even bigger to go with it.

[He also tosses the second can to Heather before opening up his own. Or at least it's his own now that he's drinking out of it. Ahhhhh, soda. A limited resource out on the routes.]

Here, catch.

You think Ford's gonna be back soon or are we gonna wind up setting up camp in here?

_{[Fortunately for them all, Thlayli is relatively easy to please. She certainly seems less fussy now that she's obtained A Liquid.]

[Heather catches the can idly and pops the tab as though they were in their own kitchen back in Goldenrod and drinking their own soda.]}

Man, who knows. He could be anywhere.

I guess maybe we should've called first.

_{[YEAH MAYBE, HEATHER.]}

[PERHAPS.]

[BUT THAT WOULD REQUIRE ACTUAL FORETHOUGHT.]

Hmmm...I mean.

There's whatever that thing in the fridge is.

Maybe he wouldn't leave it for too long...?

[However he can't be entirely sure of that.]

If he's not back by this afternoon I think we're justified in camping here because it's been a while and we deserve a roof.

[If grandpa doesn't show within 15 minutes they are LEGALLY allowed to squat in his house instead of going allllll the way to a hotel.]

[It's at precisely this moment that Grandpa opens the front door. It takes him all of a few seconds to register that there are people in his house. He reaches down, picks up Smash Mouth the Gible, and brandishes him in the same way someone might brandish a gun in a world where guns don't get edited out by 4Kids.

Then he further registers that these people in his house are people he knows.]

... Ah.

[Welp. Time to just tuck Smash Mouth under his arm. It's fine.]

I didn't know you were stopping by.

[Not 'why didn't you tell me', because frankly he is fully willing to believe that they did and he just didn't get the memo about it.]

_{[--AHA!]

[THE MAN OF THE HOUR.]

[Heather turns and looks at the brandished Gible, waving her soda can lightly.]}

Oh hey Gramps, we were wondering where you were.

Guess we shoulda called first.

_{[ENTIRELY TOO CASUAL ABOUT JUST SHOWING UP IN HIS HOUSE, but, well, Envy's a bad influence sometimes.]}

[Envy had frozen in place mid-sip at the potential Gible shotgun, but as soon as Smash Mouth is safely tucked away, he just grins. Zero guilt.]

Yeah maybe, but hey!

Surprises are fun, right?

Do you want a soda too?

... Sure.

[It might be because of who Ford is, and what his family is like, but this honestly doesn't strike him as too weird a way to pay a visit to someone. Breaking and entering is a Pines tradition. He walks across the living room to the kitchen, Smash Mouth still tucked under his arm like a football.]

Out of curiosity, how did you get in without me? Is there a broken window I need to fix?

I can pick locks.

_{[Heather says this brightly.]}

... But also, your door wasn't locked.

_{[So not. Technically breaking and entering.]

[Just entering.]}

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