//Port Carroll, Eric's house.
closed starter for @angstfactory
"No, no more marshmallows, Vivs, you've had, like, a whole bag with this cocoa."
Six, actually, but she had also had two cookies and vanilla ice cream, so this had to be her sweet stuff quota for the day. If Eric ever had difficulties staying faithful to his diet – which was the most difficult relationship he had ever been in – Vivienne watching his every move in the kitchen was his most effective hack: he had to be a good example for her. The one she could follow, not some hypocritical adult who "could eat anything they wanted because they were older."
Despite a little protest and a few attempts at snatching the bag from her dad, she finally gave up and took a drink of her cocoa, the last marshmallow floating in the mug cherished and invaluable.
A doorbell.
Eric turned to his daughter, chuckling at the look on her face, full of hope that he would leave the bag unattended. "No, don't even think about it," he joked, taking the half-full bag of marshmallows with him as he headed to answer the door.
*
Before his front door, with her bags by her sides, stood Lilith, and it wouldn't have surprised him some time ago, when Eric had shared his plans with her and suggested that maybe she should follow suit. Not follow him. Semantics. Some time had passed and he had all but forgotten about his "invitation"... Or maybe no quotation marks were necessary since she had bags with her.
"Lilith? What are you doing here?"