“That depends...” Dolores trails off, momentarily allocating all of her focus towards her search for something in the kitchen that at least somewhat resembles a bowl.
If she had known she was going to have company, she might have made time to wash the small mountain of dishes collecting in the sink, but no. With Dana out of town and the guys getting called into an emergency job, who makes for a better babysitter than the company lawyer? Well, babysitting might be a strong word here, but after his episode in class today… Having an adult around for tween support might be a necessary evil until his mom gets back from her tour.
Said adult, no taller than Oz, continues to blindly feel around in the cupboard for a moment until her fingers curl around a handle. “Oh! Here we go.” Whoever decided to put this on the top shelf (Peter) is a sick, sick bastard. Soon enough a Garfield mug full of rocky road appears on the coffee table in front of him, a plastic spoon poking out over the lip like it's happy to volunteer its services as a vehicle for ice cream. Just a little something to make the kid’s day suck less.
“What were we-- right. Muppets." She scans the room for a moment before leaning in conspiratorially with a small smile, "Can you keep a secret?"