A Baker's Dozen
Why hello there. Are you a friend of my children? Well, sit down and enjoy some snacks.
Please do not spill anything.
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Your smile grew in size when you heard your father reply to your call. Quickly walking into the kitchen you were almost tempted to throw your arms around him, but the smell of food distracted you. “Ah! Sorry I’m late. I’ve been a bit disoriented.”
“That is perfectly fine! A young lad’s stomach will eventually lead them home. Preferably before the meal is chilled, but tonight you are in luck.” You set down the sponge of justice before slipping on a pair of old oven mitts to place the warm container of the pot roast and slip it onto the table. “How was your day, son? Go on any great adventures?”
50shadesofheir asked: You sigh as you walk into the house and greeted the sense of familiarity with a wide smile. "Dad?" you called as you walked through the front door.
“Ahha! There you are young man! I was starting to get worried, nearly missing dinner. Come on, come on, I made us a nice pot roast and mashed potatoes. Then there is always dessert!” You called out from the kitchen, were donning a black apron you worked upon the slight filth of the kitchen- leftovers from the sad tale of cooking. But alas, the remains would be cleaned or you would have not been quite the gentleman or a father that you should have been.
Evening everyone. It is pleasant to see so many of you here today. The amount of people has been quite abysmal of late.
Afternoon.
Morning all of you.
Today is a good sunny day, you should all go out to the park and enjoy the day.
Evening.
Huh. This is lonely.
Wow, ten hours for a response.
This is just depressing.
It is almost Valentines Day, and it seems to be all levels of unproductive around here.
Sadly, this looks like the job for a shaving cream pie in the face.