“You can decorate some cookies for yourself if you don’t lick the table anymore.” Shaking the fly swatter at him as she speaks.

“Ah, sugar. Next batch is peanut butter. Then maybe chocolate chip.” She hums, turning back to work on mixing the ingredients for the peanut butter batch. “Depends on if Nathan wants chocolate chip.”

“I was gonna decorate mine for Halloween.” Dropping peanut butter balls onto a cookie sheet, only to smoosh them down with a fork. “Spiders, Devils, the likes.”

“Gross. Too much icing makes my stomach churn.” She laughs, nonetheless, slipping on oven mitts to take one batch of sugar cookies out and put peanut butter ones in, resetting the timer on the stove. “I miss those kids.”

Pinches ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴢᴇʀᴏ.

Snow. There is so much snow, But surrounding Bri’s house exclusively. Nowhere else, is there snow.

She’s repotting plants.

Out in the garden. She’s working on getting veggies planted before it’s too late.

Is the pest him, by chance ? Or is this insinuating that vegetables are gross? Because she needs these bell peppers for fajitas, mama.

“They aren’t ready for eating.” She rises from her knees, dusting them off with gloved hands before removing said gloves to toss onto her wheelbarrow. Hands on her hips. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Mm.. He’s fine. Napping now.” She taps a little device on one of her belt loops. Baby monitor, no doubt. “Things have been just as plain as always ‘round these parts, heh. Nothing really happens at my house . . .”

Up with the lad.

Sneeze.

Staring. Just staring.

// Sihlo to the boys when they do anything