Cecil & Coral walks through the door with bags running up to their shoulders. They walk to the kitchen & set them down on the counter. Cecil grabs the two containers of flaxseed & says, “So remind me who all’s coming.”

Coral puts oat milk into the fridge & says, “Well, Praxis said fae has to finish things at the library first & Jacqueline & Carmen have a date, so they’re probably not coming. What about Shaelin?”

“She has a unit test in her divination class, & knowing her, she’ll probably be studying until 3 in the morning.”

“Alright, so should we cook enough for just you, me & maybe Praxis or make enough for everyone just in case they can come.”

“Eh, probably just you, me & Praxis. If they wanted food from us, they should’ve told us they were coming. They didn’t RSVP yes, they don’t get anything.”

“Alright, sounds fair.” Over the next five minutes, they put away all the food that they bought & sat at the kitchen table.

“So, what should we make?” Coral says as they stuff their face with popcorn. “Jeremy thinks we should fill peppers with chocolate frosting.”

“Jeremy, you’re disgusting & I hate you.”

“He hates you back.”

“Anyway, what should we make cause I don't know about you, but I wanna bake something.” He puts his hand under his chin & stares off into space. “But I don’t know what yet.”

“Hmm. What should we make?” Coral puts their hand under their chin & stares off into space.

They both look toward the door at the same time. “Hmm. What could we make?”

They turn their gaze toward each other, “Hmm. What could we make?”

Cecil puts his hand on Coral’s shoulder. “What should we make Coral.”

Coral puts their hand on Cecil’s shoulder. “I don’t know Cecil. What should we make?” They stare into each other’s eyes & Cecil starts giggling. They both collapse, crying laughter. And they continue laughing like that for 3 minutes. Just flopped over in their seats.

Once it subsides, Cecil sits up & says, “Why was that so funny,” as he wipes a tear from his eye & sniffles.

Coral slumps down further in the chair & says, “I don't know man, but we should really figure out what we should cook.” She puts her feet on the table. “Like seriously.”

They make eye contact with each other for a couple of seconds & say at the same time, ‘Hmm. I wo-”

Just then Praxis busts through the door & says, “Alright, I brought something to cook.” Fae moves up to the table & slams a bag of potatoes on it. “We’re gonna saute potatoes.” Fae thrusts faer hands into the air

Coral sits up, “Sure. I’ll get some rosemary & paprika. Cecil, get some lemon.”

Cecil gets up & shrugs, “Alright. You kinda ruined a vibe Prax.”

“Yeah, but I'm hungry so,” Praxis smacks faer teeth & rapidly sucks air through faer closed mouth, “that’s tough for you.”

Cecil rolls his eyes & chuckles, “I hate you so much sometimes.”

Praxis walks behind Cecil & wraps faer arm around his shoulders. Fae ruffles his hair with faer fist & in a mockingly sentimental voice, “You know you love me.”

He laughs & hugs Praxis, “Yeah, I do.”

Coral clears her throat loudly. Praxis & Coral pull out of their hug & glare at Coral. “Who’s the mood ruiner now?” Praxis says.

Coral sighs & rolls her eyes. “If you two are done with...whatever that was, let’s get cooking!”