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Justice Myth had been looking forward to a nice, quiet afternoon. It was one off those lazy summer days that didn't come around too often-but she was quite glad to have her daughters both home from school, for what it was worth-although today they seemed-absent. That was normal, of course-for Scarlett and Eliza to go off on adventures with their friends, so she had decided to settle down on her front porch with a good book and maybe a glass of wine or-whatever she could find in her fridge, at this point it was way too hot to give a shit as long as it cooled her down. It was nice-sitting there in her porch, closing her eyes-listening to the sound of leaves rustling as the warm summer wind blew through the trees-of crickets buzzing their summertime melodies, of-…a bunch of kids, bickering about something and barging up the driveway to her house.
One eye lazily opening, Justice’s head tilted as she watched the circus come to town-sure enough, there were her daughters, and it looked like they had brought their friends with them.
This…was going to be interesting.
”I still don’t see why we couldn’t just do this in your apartment-“ one of the taller ones and presumably the leader of the bunch (and technically, Justice’s nephew-) Orville, spoke-to the tallest of them all, Andrew Shuster. “But Never Fear, I told you I had a plan-!”
”Thanks man-“ the 19 year old sighed, adjusting his facemask a bit. “I mean-YOU try disagreeing with your landlord when she owns like-TWENTY meat cleavers-!”
“..Do I even WANT to know-?” The woman questioned-setting down her drink for a moment, despite the sinking feeling she’d need it incredibly quickly.
”Hi mom-!” The youngest there, Scarlett, piped up from atop her sister Eliza’s shoulders. “We’re making a cake-!”
”Andrew says his landlord didn’t want him making anything in the apartment again for some reason-“ Eliza quickly added. “So we offered to let him do it here!”
Somehow that explanation didn’t make things any better.
“Anyway-GOTTAGOBEFOREYOUPROCESSTHISSENTENCELOVEYOUMOMBYEEEEE-“ And with that-Scarlett, along with the rest of them-had gone zipping past her through the front door.
With a blink-Justice tried to debate with herself whether or not to get involved, leaning back in her chair for a moment while taking another sip of her drink.
”Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
Except she knew, deep down within-this was her circus, and those were-in fact-her monkeys.
“Okay-!” Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Mason-Andrew’s current and only girlfriend-grinned with a mischievous flare, as she propped herself up to sit on top of the kitchen island counter, right in the center of the disaster waiting to happen. “Charlie Mike is in position-! Do you copy, Alpha Sierra-?”
“Loud and clear.” The masked young man grinned-even beneath his facemask, you could tell from the way his eyes creased ever so slightly-the adoring, puppy-love look the two shared even if for a brief moment.
”Love youuuuu-...Yo, Jake-! You got sights yet-?”
”Target acquired-“ the teen following them into the kitchen replied-his face partially obscured by the early 2000s-2010s video camera he was holding up, taking document of their surroundings almost religiously. “But hey, only thing I’m gonna shoot with is this ‘ere beauty, just have faith in your director here!”
”You KNOW I’m bad on camera, Jake-“ deadpanned Andrew as the others quickly filed into the room one by one.
“Oh c’mon, mate-!” The young man huffed somewhat dejectedly. “It’s Not Like We’re puttin’ You on live TV or somethin-It’s just for the memories, so We don’t forget how spectacularly this is going to inevitably fail!”
”Jake,” giggled the pinkish-blonde haired girl who made herself at home right beside him-Natalie ‘Nat’ Reynolds. “Be nice? We all know he’s a little camera shy-I am too!”
”And that’s where people like WE cut in-!” And there, playfully draping a sudden arm around Andrew’s shoulder and causing him to let out a startled yelp-was Nat’s brother, Tobias ‘Toby’ Reynolds. “Ain’t that right, Dal-?”
”Grammar, Toby.” Responded the youngest of the Reynolds siblings present-their nose stuck in the recipe on the back of the box of cake mix. “It’s people like us, not people like we.…And for the record, this is a bad idea.”
”But-!” Interrupted the one and only Leader of the Orcas Bunch himself-Orville Krolik, sauntering Into the room with Eliza and Scarlett behind him. “If there were no bad ideas-then we’d never know which ideas would be good in comparison! And you never know ‘til you learn.”
”And What Are we gonna learn today, Orvy?” Scarlett giggled-Currently attempting to climb onto one of the kitchen counters to sit beside her sister, who had taken on more of a leaning position.
“That your mum’s gonna murderlize us all if we explode her kitchen-?” Deadpanned Logan finch, as the fourth of the Krolik cousins-Beckett-leaned against his shoulder with a wild grin.
”Oh Auntie Myth’ll only murder us a little! Chin up, ‘mate-It’s boxed CAKE, how badly could this go?”
Nobody seemed to dare want to answer, for fear of jinxing it.
“Well-? Let’s get this show on the rode-!” Despite his fear of being on camera-Andrew had tried to put on a brave face, idly twirling the-…Well, he’d had a brainfart about what to call it so the best he could come up with was ‘stir stick.’ It as almost impressive-for all of the five minutes before Justice Myth herself barged through her own door to try and mitigate whatever disaster would occur.
”AHH-“ yelped the young man-awkwardly fumbling the stir stick in a desperate attempt to not drop the utensil on the floor. “…Oh uh-Hi Mrs. Myth-“
“Yes. Hi.” The woman deadpanned-albeit with a rather amused smile. “Making a cake, huh? Well, Kids shouldn’t be using the kitchen unsupervised-now let’s get this over with, Mama’s got a drink to finish.”
”But most of us ARENT kids-!” Protested Logan.
”I know. That’s what concerns me about you lot and your odds of setting my kitchen on fire.” the woman joked-making herself right at home beside her daughters, and ruffling Scarlett’s hair.
“Heyyyyyy-watch the hairrrrr-“
“Well, Aunt Myth-“ Orville beamed-taking a showman’s bow right in front of her. “You’re JUST in time for the show! Dallas-the ingredients, if you please-!”
“Okay-We’re gonna need water, vegetable oil, and Eggs-“
”Sounds a Little plain…” commented Eliza in a playful tone that often sounded surprising coming from her nowadays-but every now and then, with these friends of hers-it would shine through once again. “Surely, it’ll let us…spice things up a bit?”
”Exactly, my dear Eliza-!” Orville chuckled-dramatically spinning to stand beside the man of the hour. “Andrew, got any ideas-?”
”I left the M&Ms at my apartment…” the boy groaned, his tone sounding akin to a defeated puppy as Charlie’s hand softly brushed his shoulder. “…Hey wait- ‘Liza-do you still have your stash-?”
”…It’s under my bed-why-?”
Justice, having a feeling where this was going-raised an eyebrow.
”…You aren’t gonna put a bunch of Reese’s in a cake are you-?”
”…..”
”….Andrew, you aren’t going to dump a bunch of Reese’s in a fucking cake, are you-?”
The young man was already halfway up her stairs before she could even let out the sigh of ‘who am I kidding? Of course you kids would.’ out loud. “HEY-! Don’t break your neck on our stairs-Kids-WAIT-!”
One by one, the circus had marched their way rather noisily upstairs-towards the shared room of Scarlett and Eliza-a couple standing just outside the door as those willing to check under the bed for their spoils went in.
”You’re GONNA lose a hand under there-“ gulped Logan-his backpack held tightly in his embrace as he backed FAR away from the bed.
”Relax, Lo.” Eliza gave a gentle smiled, kneeling close to Andrew who-already had a good chunk of his arm slid underneath the bed by now. “Find anything?”
”Other than dust bunnies and-ow-! …a very sharp pencil-“ he deadpanned-the artist beside him muttering a sheepish ‘oh, that’s where That went…’ “Wait-HAH-I think I’ve got it!” He cried triumphantly, his fingers finding the cool surface of a plastic bag of chocolate and peanut butter goodness. “Okay, come to Shuster-!”
Normally-the bag would have likely slid right out but-for some reason it seemed to not want to budge.
”Huh…must be caught on something-“ the young man grunted-giving another hard pull.
“Careful, you’re gonna rip it!” Scarlett advised-from her position on top of the bed, leaning over the edge to watch the chaos unfold.
“Man, it looks REALLY stuck-“ commented Beckett-peeking over the shoulders of both his best friend and older cousin. “You gonna be able to get it?”
”I think so-“
”Everyone,” and then there was Toby-who’d deciding wrapping his arms around Andrew’s middle, trying to help tug. “HEAVE HOOOO-!”
Sure enough-a chain of idiots had formed pretty quickly, all attempting to help Andrew retrieve the bag.
”ALL TOGETHER!” Barked Orville at the back-as the group tugged and tugged-nearly falling over as the bag suddenly gave way, then stopped again.
“AAAAAAAA-“ “MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN-! CALL THE PARAMEDICS-!” “Tobes, you’re being dramatic again-“ “OW MY SPLEEN-!” “Is everyone okay-!?” “I think I broke my arse ligaments…”
”I think this Reese’s bag is being a fucking jerk!” Huffed Logan-who had almost wound up stuck between Beckett, his backpack, and the floor.
“Want me to try-?” Eliza couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, mostly at the sight of her friends almost collapsed in a heap on the floor-before slowly reaching her hand underneath the bed. “Hello down theeeeeere-! I Just Need to borrow some okay-?”
Much to everyone’s surprise-she was able to retrieve her arm from underneath the bed with shocking ease-clutching a fistful of Reese’s packs to work with. “See? Wasn’t so hard! Now are we gonna get to that cake or what-?”
With a-dare I say mischievous-smile, she sauntered out of the room-little sister not too far behind as she hummed a little tune to herself that sounded like a song Orville had played on guitar once-something by the Animal Collective.
”…What. Just happened-“ blinked Jake-currently helping Nat up from the floor. “You okay, queen?”
”My hero.” Nat smiled-pressing a grateful kiss onto his cheek, causing the poor director’s face to turn quite pink.
”A-Anytime, m’lady-“
”…Okay-so it Can’t be THAT Hard Right…?” Andrew had decided to give it another go-slowlllllly reaching his hand underneath the bed once more to the result of-…what almost sounded like a feral, low and almost animalistic growl coming from not too far from where his fingers stretched to touch the bag.
Meanwhile, cut to Justice-who after hearing a massive crash upstairs had come up to see what in the hell was going on, only to find her daughters calmly meeting her halfway on the stairs.
”What in the HELL happened up there!? Is everyone okay-?”
”Oh, they’ll be fine.” Eliza smiled sweetly- “Anyway-we got the Reese’s! We’ll Meet everyone downstairs!”
Somewhat concerned, Justice found herself continuing up the stairs to find-…the rest of the gang, almost comically slamming the bedroom door shut and trying to shove whatever furniture they could against it.
”…Dare I ask what happened?” The ex-avenger snickered, folding her arms.
”…Bed’s haunted.”
”…Pardon, the fuck-?”
”Bed’s haunted.”
Well, after that…riveting incident, the group had finally reunited downstairs.
”OKAY-! …We’re going to pretend the-Erm-upstairs incident didn’t happen for our own sanity-and get on with the cake!” Orville sighed-surveying the room and taking in everything that they had at their disposal. “We’re going to make a Willy Wonka arse cake, or-mildly injure ourselves trying!”
”Willy Wonka-?”
”Well yeah, mom-“ Scarlett grinned-back on her perch on the counter and idly kicking her feet. “How else is it gonna be magical and mildly scarring?”
”So-how do you think this is gonna turn out, anyway-?” Andrew muttered-fumbling somewhat awkwardly with the measuring cups.
“Well-?” Dallas retorted-reading from the box of cake mix once again. “It says super moist, so-“
”….Wet.”
“Toby, w h y-“
Snickering, Toby simply went over to the fridge, pulling the door open. “Okayyyy, the boximajig said we need eggies right? Let’s seeee-“ And with that-the oldest of the Reynolds siblings had begun to root around in the fridge like a damn raccoon. “Eggs, eggs benedict, egg salad, eeeeeeeggs-c’mon, if I were an egg where would I beeee-“
It was very quickly occurring to Justice, watching one of-what was almost essentially her own kids even without the blood relation, like it or not-hanging almost halfway out of her refrigerator-what she had been planning to do tomorrow, to offset her ‘me time’ that had been quite frankly interrupted.
”…Fuck, I forgot I needed to do groceries tomorrow-“ the woman facepalmed. Well-there seemed like only one course of action now-especially as in the background-Beckett had been trying to handle the job of actually opening the bags of cake mix and-…seemed to have done too good of a job, considering the powder now covering Justice’s kitchen counter.
”…Oops-“
Well, it looked like they were going to have to make a slight detour. It was days like this, Justice Myth wondered how she kept getting dragged into these messes.
Ah, Homa Mart.
It wasn’t exactly the most high quality place to hang out with the locals, considering it seemed to be almost a carbon copy of thousands of other chain stores across the U.S.-but at least, the gang hoped as they made their way through the automatic opening gates of hell-that this corporate takeover hellscape would at least have fresh-ish eggs.
But of course-things couldn’t be that simple, could they? Not when the Orcas Bunch was involved.
As she’d come to find out-Justice was already regretting letting the kids have their own shopping cart, her eyes trailing after the sight of the rattling metal chaos train hurtling down the isles, several of the kids riding either inside or on the front, and another couple shoving it around. But-she had to admit at least, it was nice seeing Scarlett smile like that-even if she was worried this whole endeavor would end in Injury.
”FASTER! FASTER-!” The young princess ordered-standing precariously tall as if commanding a ship, and Orville-who was currently pushing the cart-responded.
”As you wish, my queen-everyone hang on-! ALL ABOARD, THE ORVILLE EXPRESS-!”
with that-he’d sped up, sending the cart full of Scarlett, Logan and Beckett careening even further down the isle-and Justice found herself incredibly grateful the store was surprisingly empty for this time of day. That was-except for the sudden presence standing right behind her.
”Hi Mrs. Myth-! :D”
”HOLYFUCK-“ the woman jolted-a thankfully unseen spark of electricity flowing from her fingertips through her own cart-thankfully harmlessly grounding itself with the rubber wheels (despite one of them clearly not wanting to turn right.) Thankfully-and much to her relief-her combat instincts were misplaced, as the blonde behind her cheerfully waved off the whole incident.
”Oh-sorry! I didn’t mind to scare ya-I was just askin’ if you needed some help-!”
Dave-it was just Dave, one of the local employees that her ragtag bunch of feral gremlins had-likely decided they needed to adopt mentally, not that she could blame them-David Stone was a loyal sort, almost the human equivalent of a golden retriever.
”Shit…sorry, Dave…” the woman sighed, rubbing her temples and slumping slightly over the handle of her cart. “The Kids needed eggs for some project they were workin’ on, and I’m tryna make sure they don’t cause any accidents-“
the-massive crash coming from aisle two didn’t seem to help her fears-as Scarlett’s voice piped up.
”I’m okay-!!”
”…It’s….been a long day.”
”Hi guys-!” At least Dave didn’t seem to mind the antics-as happy to see them all as he usually was with anyone else. “Don’t worry Mrs. Myth, I feel ya-C’mon, I can take ya to where the eggs are! …Jorge is probably gonna be a little peeved about the mess in aisle two but-eh, I’ll cover for ya.”
At least someone in this godforsaken store wasn’t trying her patience today-not that the kids were much at fault, she just…never truly trusted her surroundings in public spaces like this-not after everything she’d seen…but that was neither here nor there-as she gave a rather exhausted ‘thank you’ before following the young man around the store.
Meanwhile, in Aisle two-Jake Burnham was having quite the time, filming the wrecked remains of their silver steed-and the riders picking themselves off the floor.
”Everyone alright…?“ Orville quietly asked-helping the last of the trio of trouble to their feet.
“I think I broke my arse ligaments againnnn-“ groaned Logan-Leaning against one of the shelves. “All my ligaments-they’re gone-“
”Well it CANT be all your ligaments If They’re Your ass ligaments-“ Beckett snickered-before his attention turned towards the young fellow in employee uniform quickly approaching their location.
”Hey-! What do you think you’re doing-!?”
”…Uhhhh ‘mates-?” Jake quickly backed away-still holding his camera high. “I think it might be in our best interest to book it-“
“…Hi Mr. Jorge-!” Waved Scarlett nonchalantly-clearly thriving with the chaos-while Orville-clearly realizing this was an ‘in for a Penny, in for a pound’ situation-decided the best course of action would be to herd the gang behind himself-Jake still filming all the while-reach onto the shelves for something-in this case, what felt like a box of pasta, and-…hurl it at the ground harmlessly at everyone’s feet as a ‘distraction.’
”SCATTER-!!!!”
You know that scene from ratatouille? Where the human comes in, and the rats all scramble in different directions?
That, my friend-is the closest description I can think to put to writing as to what the end result looked like, on this occasion.
”WE GO NOW-WE GO NOW-!!”
”WHY ARE YOU STILL FILMING, JAKE!?”
”THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW-!!!”
”WHEEEEEE-!!”
Somewhere else in the store, Andrew and Charlie had taken to sticking with the Reynolds siblings-because lord knows, nobody would dare leave them unattended-ESPECIALLY Toby.
“So-…” Charlie spoke-striding alongside her partner in crime as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I gotta ask-…what’s got you so dead set on makin’ this thing, huh…? I mean-not that any of us are gonna say no to free cake.”
”Well, I uh-“ Andrew-from behind his mask, gave a sheepish response. “…I was-talkin’ to your aunt and-…she brought up how much you liked baking with her at home so…I thought-“
For Charlie-it clicked in her mind pretty quickly. “…So this whole mess-is for me…? Awh…Babe You don’t Gotta do That…!”
The poor boy’s visible face seemed to only get redder by the second-in face, so entranced by the conversation that he seemed to be neglecting his ‘Reynolds watch
duties’. …ehhh, They’d probably be fine!
”I guess I just-wanted to impress you-or uh-something-“
”You don’t gotta impress me with anythin’, Andrew…” the red-head smiled-her hand softly tracing the side of his cheek, which the brunette happily leaned into. “I’m all yours anyway.”
“…If we weren’t at Homa Mart, I’d so kiss you right now-“
”Nothin’s stoppin’ you, hun-not on my end, anyway-“ she giggled-knowing he probably didn’t like the idea of taking off his mask in such a crowded place-so deciding to settle for standing on her tiptoes (the hazard of having a boyfriend built like a BEANPOLE.) and stealing a quick kiss against the mouth of his mask instead. “Mwah-!”
”…I-..uh-…hehe…” poor Andrew was a flustered wreck-not that he seemed to mind. Of course-that blissful moment seemed to last only a couple of minutes, before-the two were ‘graced’ by the sight of Orville and company dashing past them, screaming like a bunch of howler monkeys on CRACK.
”GUYS WE GOTTA GO-! NOW-!!”
“[...sighhhh…] Shoulda seen that coming.”
After finally-FINALLY returning home (and apologizing to the staff of Homa Mart for multiple reasons.), it was at last, time to FINALLY START THE DAMN CAKE.
It was strange-for as much of a hassle preparing to even make the damned thing was, the actual making had-gone quite smoothly, except for the extreme problem of dumping a bunch of Reese’s into the batter of a cake. But-that was a future problem, the kids figured-as Justice watched on almost amused as their antics continued-Andrew getting flour all over her kitchen in an attempt to shake it around the pan so the cake wouldn’t stick (and I quote: ‘If this thing gets stuck to the pan I-do not know what I’m going to do except maybe cry!’).
After quite a bit of waiting-and several ‘is it done yet’s later-finally…the quote-unquote ‘masterpiece’ was ready for the finishing touches-as Justice cautiously pulled the pan from the oven. (Were these kids old enough to do it themselves? Absolutely. Did she trust them enough to use her oven without setting her kitchen on fire? …That was another story.)
“…It looks-…Diseased-“ deadpanned the ex avenger, setting it down onto the counter.
“…But we Can fix That-!” Orville quickly piped in-following a bout of nervous laughter. “It just-needs the finishing touches, right?”
”And an exorcism.” Deadpanned Dallas.
“Okayyyy let’s see what we’ve got to work with-“ Andrew muttered, rummaging around the bags they’d brought home like a curious dog. “Okay we’ve got-“ he produced a couple of cans, setting them on the counter. “Not one, not two, not Thre-….we have THREE cans of frosting! …Seriously-?”
”Look, that’s all we could find at Homa Mart before SOME people got us kicked out for the day-!” Huffed Nat-looking towards Jake who gave a sheepish smile.
“…Anything for a good show…!”
”Yeah-okay-Char, can you help me with these?” The young man sighed-handing one of the cans to his beloved while he attempted to explain what they would ATTEMPT to do to the camera-to the point he didn’t quite notice, as she got it open and reached for one of the ‘stir sticks’ they’d pulled from the drawer, the mischievous glint in her eye.
”So-we’re gonna attempt to cover this thing with as much icing as possible, to-cover up our extreme problem of dumping a bunch of Reese’s in a ca-“
splat.
”…Contact-!” Giggled the redhead-still holding the spatula she’d used to catapult a glob of icing onto her boyfriend’s face.
“…Oh that is IT-“ Andrew blinked-laughing as he made a playful dive for her, only to dodge. “GET BACK HERE-! ...Hey-!” A Yelp left the boy-as another hit came from the other side now, and judging from the giggles-it had clearly come from an unattended Scarlett and Eliza who had opened the second can.
”ICING WAAAAAAAR-!”
Oh boy.
Much to her dismay-chaos quickly erupted in Justice’s kitchen, globs of icing flying through the air like rockets on the battlefield.
”EN GARDÉ, BITCH-!” Cried Logan-who had grabbed one of the many spatulas stir sticks the kids had managed to dig out while ransacking the cabinets-while Beckett grabbed another, the two having a makeshift ‘Swordfight ’ across the kitchen.
”FEAR ME! I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE-RAHHHHHH-!”
”Woah-HEY-!” Cried Jake-as a glob of icing came way too close for comfort to his camera, almost getting bowled over by the shenaniganry ensuing. “WATCH THE CAMERAMAN! CROSSING! CEASE AND DESIST-…OH FUCK YOU-!” The director-wannabe hissed-herding Nat and Dallas behind himself to avoid getting trampled. “WATCH IT-!”
And as Toby Reynolds had decided to start climbing her kitchen counters while making monkey noises-Justice was heavily pondering what life decisions had lead to this moment, the storm of disaster erupting into her kitchen-and as she spotted the third can of frosting, hearing her daughters laugh, clearly enjoying themselves-an epiphany came to her.
Oh, fuck it. If you can’t beat ‘em-join em!
”Hey, Kids-?” The Woman smiled-holding the third can on top of her palm, sparks beginning to emanate from her-heating the thing, making it slowly expand, expand, expand until-
“Boom, bitch.”
Sure enough-the resulting explosion was enough of a mess to hit everyone, at least somewhere.
There was a brief pause-as multiple faces of shock turned to face the supposed braincell of the operation-…before bursting into a collective fit of laughter.
”MOM, THAT WAS AWESOME-!”
”You got us GOOD, Auntie-!”
”Thank you, thank you-“ the ex-avenger bowed dramatically-not even caring anymore that she’d gotten icing onto her leather jacket. It would wash-…she hoped. “Now we gonna ice this-…semblance of a cake, or the rest of my kitchen-?”
“Yeah, yeah-Be back in a Sec-!” Andrew replied-having managed to corner Charlie against one of the counters, pulling his mask down for enough of a split second to finally steal a proper kiss. “And THAT is payback for Homa Mart.”
“Yeah, Yeah-“ the radio Girl blushed, giggling and playfully shoving him off of her. “Go and finish your cake, loverboy.”
“Well-….I hope we have enough left for the whole thing-“ deadpanned Nat, managing to salvage the other two non-exploded cans before another icing war could start. “..This could end up looking ether really good-or like someone vomited up a cake.”
”…We could call it modern art-“ Eliza jokingly offered, scooting aside to let the others do their duties-hoping there would be enough frosting left to cover the whole thing.
It would soon become-very clear that there was in fact not enough frosting to cover the whole thing.
”There’s gotta be SOMETHING you kids can come up with to make this-…less of an abomination-“ Justice snarked-though she knew if anyone could think of some batshit way outta this, it would be these kids. “Any ideas-?”
“…I’ve got one-be right back-!” And before anyone could ask what he’d meant-Andrew had darted up the stairs again, gingerly moving the makeshift, flimsy barricade against Eliza’s door before barging in and dropping to the ground again.
”Yes,” he snarked, reaching his hand under the bed once more, and hearing the same sort of growl as earlier. “Hi Satan, how are you-?” The young shuster deadpanned-before managing to retrieve at least two more packs of Reese’s before quickly sliding his hand out, not wanting to risk losing a finger to-WHATEVER that was.
As he rushed back down-nearly sliding down the banister, the mess of gangly limbs finally stopped at the counter, tossing the two packs at orville. “Unwrap these for me-!”
”You got it, chief-“ the oldest of the Krolik cousins gave a playful mock salute, quickly doing so as Andrew grabbed what little icing they had left-making one big smear across the blank surface of the cake.
”Reeses-?” The Boy asked-almost comically asking in the same tone a doctor would for a scalpel. He received them-and quickly pressed them both side by side, just enough above the large smear to form-…a crudely drawn smiley face.
”Tadaaaaaaaaa-!”
Well-…..it was certainly something alright.
”…well I-guess it’s done-“ commented Jake-zooming in on the abomination with the camera. “…So who’s gonna try it first-?”
A silence fell over the group-…did any of them even dare step near it?
”…I’ll do it.” Sighed Justice-at least she could take the hit, if this went badly. “This is either gonna be okay, or the cake that kills god. …Welp, it’s been an honor kids. If I die, make sure I get a bigger tombstone than Tony Stark.”
”We Salute You, Mrs. Myth-!” Toby rather dramatically did the gesture, handing her a fork. “Your sacrifice will not be in vain!”
One-nerve wracking bite later, and-…
”….Huh.” The woman carefully set the fork down. “It’s-…actually decent. Looks like a fucking war crime, but-decent.”
“HALLELUJAH-!” Cheered Orville-a sigh of relief passing over the entire group. “WE DIDN’T KILL JUSTICE-!”
The rest of the afternoon was-Surprisngly tame. Filled with laughter, and stories of the other perspectives of the day some of the group may have missed-and of course, eating the cake they’d worked so hard for and-Y’know-cleaning up the kitchen after all of THAT.
”I gotta say…” Justice smiled-now on the couch, both of her daughters on either side of her. “Today was NOT What I was expecting to be doing but-…You kids have a funny way of makin’ that special.”
”What can we say-?” Shrugged Orville. “It’s what we do best, Auntie.”
”Y’know-“ Andrew thoughtfully spoke up-currently sitting on another chair-with Charlie, curled up beside him and cuddled close. “That was pretty fun! We should do it again sometime. ….Anyone wanna try burgers next-?”
”NO-!”