Salt-tea.
Oh, no. Oh hell no. He did not just catch that cat in his shirt. And after all the fuss she had raised over him borrowing her shirt! At least he’d left a note, but she just had to be flat-out rude about it, and then she had the brazenness to flaunt it right in front of him. This, Cronus decided, would just not stand. He’d considered confronting her about it, but she was an elusive creature, and besides... There were better ways of solving problems. Namely, exacting revenge.
Thus begins the story of the time Cronus sabotaged Rose’s mystery box that she kept in the cupboards. Out of respect for her, he’d never opened it to find out what was inside, but she’d broken all of the rules of respect the moment she walked past him wearing his shirt. One of his favorites, too. It was a crop top that perfectly framed his totally toned abs and it read ‘Daddy’ in, admittedly, flowery pink lettering but the font didn’t really matter. What mattered was that it was his. This was war. Finally, he pulled the box out of the cabinet and opened it. It was full of... Tea, apparently. Huh. Cronus would have expected chocolates or pastries or some other kind of cheat food (that was a thing for girls, right?) but nope. Just a whole fuckin’ pile of tea. Whatever, he could work with this. This was totally doable.
He stared into the box for minutes that felt like hours, trying to work out in his mind exactly what he could do to make her pay. He almost wished Mituna was around; if that dude had one redeeming quality, it was his creativity and sense of humor. Well, except for the times he laughed at Cronus for being, what did he call it? “Salty”.
Wait. Light bulb. Salty. That was it. He’d have to thank Mituna for that later. For now, he put on an admittedly malicious smirk and set to work. Reaching deeper into the cabinet, he pulled out the salt, and began working out the logistics of how he was going to exact his revenge.
It took ages, but he accomplished it. He managed to very carefully open all of the packets of tea, throw in a pinch of salt, and reseal their fastenings without ripping a single one of then. He took a moment to admire his work; he was honestly very pleased with himself. A quick glance at the time, though, and he rushed to close and replace the box in its rightful place before Rose returned home.
Now, all there was to do was wait.
