2011 12 11 Toasty Toe Roast

Log Title:
Toasty Toe Roast

Characters:
Invisible Woman, The Thing, Human Torch, Mr Fantastic, Richenda Gray

IC Date:
11 Dec 2011

Location:
The Baxter Building

Brief log summary::
It's very hard to have a Fantastic Four family night for more than five minutes…

Rating:

g

There is no TS in this log::
Yes

-==[ Main Corridor - 31st Floor Fantastic Four HQ ]==-----

More like a reflection of one's home and with a more comfortable setting, this hallway gives the traveller the impression of family. Still done in white and blues, this hallway offers photographs of the Fantastic Four and those that are close to them such as Crystalia, Medusa, Jennifer, Luke Cage, and many others who have served with the team or just fell into the family friendship. Many doors can be found from this hallway plus the twists and turns that can be walked down.

The Den area where Ben's special furniture resides looks as if a tornado has gone through with cushions moved all over. Draped between two pieces of furniture, where the gaps between allow for a bit of a crawlspace, there is a blanket draped over. And behind the blanket, there is a child's voice giggling as he hides.

When there is a child in a home, it is rarely quiet. But when you factor in that child's uncle, this is doubly enforced. As Johnny comes from the kitchen, wearing of all things a paper hat that seems decorated with some of Franklin's best artwork, he holds up his bounty. A set of barbque tongs, box of marshmallows, several bars of chocolate, and grahm crackers. "Alright! We are set, camper!"

Susan Richards follows Johnny from the kitchen, carrying a full bowl of popcorn, a platter of more adult-friendly foods, and a new roll of paper towels. "Campers, have you eaten dinner yet?" She's not going to demand they eat 'normal' food first, but it would be nice if they had.

It must be a minor miracle: Reed Richards is actually in the same room with the rest of his family. He is not, however, paying any attention to any of them. Instead, he is gazing fixedly at one of the walls through a pair of goggles that cover nearly his entire face. The goggles are covered distracting array of blinking lights and glowing parts which are complemented by a bunch of whirring mechanical noises, but Reed doesn't seem to mind what would most likely drive a normal person completely mad. "Fascinating…" An elongated finger strokes the slight cleft in his chin as he stares off at… whatever it is he's looking at.

Johnny grimaces as the motherly camp counselor follows along as she reminds them about dinner, but he glances over to the giggling tent where Franklin is hiding. "Alright!" He declares, setting the supplies on a nearby table before starting to turn around "Back to the outpost for some hot dogs!"

Susan Richards chuckles as she sets her collection of comestibles down on an end table not appropriated by Johnny and Franklin for their fort, even more amused by the child's shout following his uncle. "YAY! Hot dogs!"

"Reed," she says softly, nudging her husband on one shoulder. "Eat something."

Outside family room the sound of the Elevator at the end of the hall can be heard, followed by the tell tale *THUD* of Ben's footfalls. Poking his head into the family room, his a red santa cap on his head, a a rediculous fake white bear spirit gummed to his jaw, "Which guy brought his family his their Christmas tree?" Ben asks and then steps into the room holding out a tall, healthy looking bit of evergreen if ever there was one, "This guy!"

"Hmm?" Reed turns his head around to look at the source of the voice. "Right. Food. In a minute Sue, I'm attempting to determine the cause of this earthquake on Neptune. Most disturbing… will probably have to plan an expedition…" He turns his head back again and resumes staring at the wall. "By the way, Susan, your sodium levels aren't quite where I'd like them." The chin-stroking recommences.

Johnny's trip to the kitchen is short and sweet. With his time spent in the kitchen, his food fetching skills are quite high up there as he pops back into the doorway, a pack of hot dog buns in one hand and a pack of hot dogs in the other. "Alright! We have the hot dogs and now w-" He pauses as he looks over to the tree, "Wow Ben, I know we're playing at camping but to bring the forest in here too is a bit overkill." His bit said, the hot head makes his way over to the tent, plopping himself down on the floor, stretching his legs out straight. "Alright! It's time for some campfire cooking!"

Susan Richards turns to look at Ben and smiles brightly when he produces a tree. "Ben, that's wonderful! Let's set it up by the window." She pats Reed on the shoulder and comments to him quietly, "I'll adjust my sodium levels when you start eating normally. Deal?" Then she's stepping away to help Ben as Franklin scrambles out of the makeshift tent to excitedly check out the tree and then a mere second later run back toward Johnny and the hot dogs, chattering at full volume about Ben's surprise.

"Hey Camper, I didn't miss the S'mores yet did I?" Ben asks, but as Susan ushers him over to the window for the spot she's designated for the tree. I mean.. Ben doesn't really celebrate Christmas, but it's a fun time for Franklin and he doesn't want to explain why he doesn't really spend the day with the Family that day when he does other Holidays. "Stretch unless those glasses shoot magical rainbow beems of fricken' Christmas cheer, I suggest you take 'em off cause putting the star on top o' the tree is yer job."

Again with the "Hmm?", but this time Reed pulls the goggles up on his forehead before turning around. When his face becomes visible, the intense squinting of his eyes makes it obvious that those goggles probably shouldn't be worn for any length of time by a normal person. "We're setting up the tree already? It's not even Christmas Eve yet." As his eyes adjust, he arcs an eyebrow with an air of legitimate concern.

Johnny's head moves as he watches Franklin move back and forth, "Are you a camper or a chipmunk?" He asks, starting to pull out enough hot dog buns and get them ready for the five of them, "You're moving back and forth so quickly I can't tell." Johnny glances towards Ben, "We're going to cook up some hot dogs first, then have s'mores. Annnnd I'm thinking after that we're going to be decorating a tree." He glances over to his nephew, "Is that right?"

Susan Richards was apparently prepared for the arrival of a tree, as she opens a nearby cabinet and pulls one of those tree stand things out of it for Ben to set the tree in. "I like that idea, Johnny, food first, then the tree. And Reed, Ben is right, please put those goggles aside."

Franklin settles down a little when Johnny calls him a chipmonk, but he already knows about 'campfire cooking' while indoors. It's WAY more exciting than the real thing and he's voicing his excitement quite clearly.

"Wait until Christmas Eve? Why wouldya wait until Christmas Eve to put up a tree Stretch?" Ben asks a bit surprised, "Ya'd get all the decorations on it and hafta take it down the next day…" Ben carries the Tree over to the stand and sets it down in there, "There we go.. just gotta tighten the screws on the bottom and she'll be fine." He looks back to Johnny and Franklin, "How's she look? NOt crooked is it?"

The Impending Doom from Neptune will simply have to wait a bit longer, it seems. Reed quickly resigns himself to putting off his work for the rest of the day, and it is with only a slight twinge of impatience that he pulls the device off of his head and eyes the tree. "Give me just a second Ben, I'll get my Laser Level." And with that, the top half of his body quickly dashes out of the room, leaving his legs behind.

Susan Richards quickly and deftly adjusts the brackets to support the tree, not waiting for Reed to 'return' with his laser level. Slightly crooked trees are the whole point!

Johnny pauses in his removal of the right amount of hotdogs from the packaging before glancing over to look towards the tree. "A little to the left and it should be alright." He starts back with setting up the hotdogs before setting back into a sitting position, legs stretched out in front before glancing over to his nephew, "Ok, grab the tongs."

Well if it's coming from Neptune it'll take awhile to get here right? We've totally got some time for family time. As he notices Johnny and Franklin getting ready to start the roast, "Those ain't beef franks by chance are they?" Looking down to the quick thinking Susan who tightens down the tree, he gives her a quick thumbs up, though, he is proud of Reed for wanting to help.

Franklin hastily takes up the tongs in both hands and sits next to Johnny ready for the best part of campfire cooking.

Sue waits for Ben to make the adjustment Johnny suggested. She's of course entirely willing to make further adjustments for Reed's sake, but at least for now Ben can let the tree go and hang out with the other boys. "They're not, Ben. I made sure wen I bought them."

Without much time lost, Reed's upper half returns, carrying a rather compact squarish-looking device. "Here we are, now I just have to scan the tree like so…" He presses a few buttons on the device and holds it up in front of the tree. "We'll need to move it just a few degrees to the left in order to safely support the maximum amount of ornaments without tipping over. Of course, an artificial tree could be constructed in a much sturdier geometrical configuration… ".

"Uh, they're whatever Sue put up front in the fridge, Ben." Johnny answers, turning his head to try and look to the packaging but being unable to without turning around. He holds up a dog for Franklin to take while he glances to his feet. "Okay, campfire on!" The tips of Johnny's toes start to light up, giving a nice, totally not going to burn up the residence type fire. "Cook away!"

The Thing claps his head, "Excellent. My Aunt Petunia's been on me 'bout not being Kosher enough recently." Ben says, happy with the revelation that the Hot Dogs are of the type he can eat. Or at least be blissfully ignorant about. "Yeah Stretch I know an Artificial tree can be all symetrical and stream line for maximum load bearing efficiency, but you don't get that awesome scent of pine and and sap…. And they don't look like a giant bottle cleaner with legs." He reaches out and pats his best friend on the shoulder. "Anyway You make sure everything's where you like it and I'll get us some 'nogg."

Susan Richards looks at Reed and with the help of a few small force fields shifts the tree just a teeny bit. "About there, Reed?"

"I suppose that's close enough." Reed turns off his gizmo, and sets it down on an obliging table. He watches his son for a second, and the corner of his mouth turns up slightly. The casual observer might be worried about Reed's apparent lack of concern for his son's safety, but this is far from the first time that Franklin has been so close to a fire. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Hey for the smell thing you could probably hang some pine tree air fresheners on the branches and call the ornaments." Johnny points out as Franklin uses the lengthy Bar-b-que tongs to roast a dog over Johnny's dogs.

Susan Richards finishes tightening the supports on the tree's stand and steps away from it. "Not bad at all." She turns and … stares at Johnny and Franklin. If he'd been using his shins or something to cook with she'd be far less grossed out currently. "I … think I'll pass on a hot dog tonight, Johnny."

For a big Rock man, Ben can be all 'quick like bunny' when he needs to be. Disappearing down the hall he returns within a few moments with a tray complete with glasses full of Egg Nog and a pitcher for refills, "Ok Everyone take a glass and drink up! Might as well enjoy the season while we can before Mole Man or Annihlus get up to their usual shennanigans and ruin it all. Happy Holiday's guys."

A tanned face, framed by dark tresses, peeks in through the door, dark eyes peering curiously 'round the room. Chenda smiles at the sight of Sue, Ben, and Reed, and her eyes soften at the sight of young Franklin. Her gaze hangs curiously on Johnny, he of the flaming tootsies, for a moment longer.

Oh, right. She's being rude. "Hi, everybody!" the gypsy girl calls, stepping more fully inside. "I can go if I'm interrupting. Just wanted to return this jumpsuit I borrowed," she adds, holding up a gym bag with telltale FF markings.

Reed stretches an arm over to the tray and deftly plucks a glass off of it. As his arm contracts, a contented smile spreads over his face. "Here's to an uninterrupted holiday season." He brings the egg nog to his lips and begins to drink. But before he's even finished a quarter of the glass a robotic voice can be heard over the intercom. "Mister Fantastic, a Priority One call from Attilan." Reed's eyebrows furrow "Of course. I'll be back in a minute." And with that, he sets down his drink and leaves the room, heading in the direction of the elevator.

"What was it you said about having dinner first before s'mores, Sue?" Johnny tilts his head back in a laugh before looking over to his nephew, "Fire's moving closer so scoot back." Once he's sure Franklin has given enough space, the fire travels down his legs a bit more, allowing for the hot dogs to be more hot dogs and less toe-food, Johnny glances to the doorway, lifting a hand up to tip the paper hat on his head in greeting, "Hi there! Just in time! Sue's decided she's not having any of the campfire cooking." He glances as Reed walks off, "And in Reed to English translation I think his hot dog isn't going to get eaten by him either."

Susan Richards turns to smile a hello to Richenda. "Hi there. Come on in, we're having an informal dinner tonight." She returns to the sofa, where an end table holds a try of veggies and cubed cheeses and meats and the like. Stuff that easy to eat on the run while putting out various household fires, both figurative and literal. But hopefully not literal.

"Hey Chenda! Good ta see you kid! HEre have some Nogg." Ben says but ends up handing her the whole tray before looking to Susan, "Hey Suze, I'm gonna check on that call with Reed, make sure it's nothing serious." And well.. Christmas isn't really his Thing. He takes off his santa's cap and sets it on Richenda's head as well before heading out of the family room into the outer corridor.

Susan Richards nods to Ben. "Thanks, Ben." She gestures for Richenda to join them, as their family evening starts fracturing already. Thankfully, Franklin seems unaffected by it, alternately chattering happily at Johnny, making serious faces holding the hot dogs over the flames, and giggling and heaven only knows what.

"Hi, Mr…." Chenda blinks and steps quickly out of the tall man's path. "…Richards?" she finishes lamely, looking after him. Fortunately, Johnny's there with a greeting, and so's Sue. "Informal's the word, for sure," she observes with a grin. And then a hat's plopped onto her head, sliding down over her eyes. "Ben!" she protests, laughing mutedly, carefully holding the tray she can't see. "Um, could somebody help me out? My hands are kinda full…"

Johnny glances up to see Chenda's predicament and glances over to his sister. "I'm on fire, sis. I think this one's up to you." This is likely one of the few households where this statement could be said with a straight face.

And Sue is one of the few moms that could take a statement like that so much in stride. "Looks like, Johnny." She steps over to gently take the tray out of Richenda's hands before carrying it to put with the other food offerings not currently being charred into submission. "Come have a seat, Richenda. The boys are having a campout and we get to spectate."

Chenda giggles under the hat as Johnny makes his very valid excuse, and sighs in relief as Sue takes the tray from her. She reaches up and pulls the hat off, shaking her head to rid her mane of a bad case of hat-head. "Thanks, Sue. I owe you one." She plops onto the sofa with all the grace of a raindrop, close to Franklin and Johnny. "I guess you're Franklin," she says to the kid, her idea of a greeting. "Hi, I'm Chenda." And her gaze strays to Johnny once more. "What about you, Hot Stuff? The brother I've heard so much about."

"You don't have to," Johnny comments, "You could do bun duty or grab the fork from the grill." The flames around the hot dog Franklin's holding out dies away a bit, "That one's done." He declares, twisting an arm back to blindly reach for a bun, "Time to switch up." Johnny looks towards Chenda, smile widening. "Hot Stuff about sums it up. But around here we go with Johnny." There's a bit of a wink coupled with an impish grin before he finishes fishing out a hot dog bun to bring it towards the front of him. He reaches over to the tongs, plucking the hot dog off of it before depositing it into the bun. "Okay! Who wants the first hot dog?"

Susan Richards says, "That one is Franklin's… oh, let me go get the mustard. Anyone else have condiment preferences?" She's already heading for the doorway to the kitchen."

"Johnny… haven't met any Johnnys in a long time. I guess that would make you my Johnny-come-across-lately," Chenda quips with a smile that's part sass and part shyness. Fortunately, Sue's there to field hot dog questions. "Frankie's, definitely," the gypsy girl says, grinning and tousling the kid's hair playfully to break that eye-lock spell. "I'm good with just mustard. Sometimes it's all we had back home."

"KETCHUP!" Johnny shouts out as he holds the hot dog towards Franklin, "Trade you the hot dog for the tongs." Exchange eventually made, the flames on his legs die away, leaving a bit of a tendril of heat wafting from them. "I'll get yours next, Chenda," Johnny declares, reaching over to pull out another hot dog. Instead of lighting his feet on fire he checks to see if Franklin's looking before just heating it in his hand and depositing it into the bun. There, no feet cooking.

"FrankLIN," the boy declares decisively, holding his hot dog and waiting for the mustard.

Sue returns quickly enough, with ketchup and mustard and a package of shredded cheese. "What wants what to drink besides egg nog?" She sets the condiments down where they can be easily reached.

"Oh. Frank/lin/," Chenda agrees, looking appropriately if a little exaggeratedly contrite. "I'm sorry. I must've been thinking of someone else. But he wasn't as cute as you," she adds, with another hair-tousle and a grin. She pops to her feet. "I can get the drinks, Sue. You're running back and forth for all of us, and that's just not fair."

She glances back at Johnny and has to clap a hand over her mouth to avoid laughing. "Aw, my dog's not tootsie-toasted?" she asks teasingly. Warm smile. "Thank you so much."

"Sorry, Sue doesn't like me putting active campfires near the furniture so to make sure I can turn around, Franklin's getting the only TRUE campfire hot dog." Johnny starts to turn himself around a bit in order to access the table a bit easier as he grabs another hot dog, heating it as he checks once more on Franklin before looking towards his sister, "You sure you don't want one, Sue?"

Susan Richards says, "Well… all right. But only one." She smiles her thanks to Richenda and lists her beverage preference. "Water, please." She then reaches to help Franklin put mustard on his hot dog and pulls a paper towel off of the roll for the boy.

"One dog won't hurt your figure, Sue," Chenda teases. "Okay, one water, one cola for me… what about you, Hot Stuff? It's a long walk to the 'fridge, and I don't wanna do it twice!"

"Alright, one coming up." Soon enough the hot dog in Johnny's hand is hot and deposited into an awaiting bun before Johnny sets it on a paper towel for Susan. "Uh another soda for me," Johnny adds in for the drink runner as he grabs his own hotdog for a quick heat up, "thanks."

Susan Richards smiles her thanks to Johnny as Franklin calls out to Richenda, "Juice!" Susan clarifies as she dresses her hot dog in red and yellow and cheese. "Franklin, eat your hot dog, please." He is SO going to be a handful tomorrow. She can already tell.

"Two sodas, one water, one juice for the mite. Gotcha. Back in a sec!" Chenda sails out the door, humming something catchy. One Moment Please. Maybe Two.

It is only that long that's needed before Johnny has his hotdogs ready. Yes. Hotdogs. Because SOMEONE has to eat Reed's of course. Eventually they are also doused in the array of condiments available as well.

Susan Richards starts in on her hot dog, also eating some of the vegetables on the tray she'd brought. Franklin gets a handful of popcorn to go along with his hot dog. "Oh, hey, Johnny? Would a movie be out of place while camping?"

Chenda breezes back in, carrying four glasses on a tray held easily over her head, waitress-style. She settles easily down to her knees in the middle of the campsite, simultaneously bringing the tray down in front of her. "Okay… I think that was a water for Sue-Sue, soda for Johnny, juice for Franklin," she says, picking up and offering each to its respective owner. "And soda for Chen-Chen. Maybe you're camping at a drive-in? Just a thought."

"Thnk-wu." Johnny replies taking the offered soda before setting it on a table. WITHOUT A COASTER. That savage. There is a bit of wait as Johnny chews the amount of food in his mouth. There is a nod and a general point towards Chendra which hints that if he were to answer aloud he would agree with the offered justification made.

Susan Richards understands Johnny-ese from YEARS of practice, and clearly Franklin understood too as he whoops out a happy cheer and scrambles to get the TV remote control. "But only one movie, all right?"

Chenda comes from a long line of savages, and grew up among even more, so understanding Full-Mouth-Ese comes instinctively. "One movie. /Future War/?" she suggests in a perfectly innocent tone… and puts the empty tray protectively in between herself and the two blonde siblings. She knows full well how bad that movie is.

Susan Richards hehs faintly and shakes her head no, pointing subtly toward Franklin. "I was thinking maybe Robin Hood, or how about Lady and the Tramp?"

Johnny's already working on his second hot dog while Franklin's scotting over for the remote. As Johnny chews he tilts his head towards Franklin at Chenda's inquiry. It's up to the kid. Really. As he's eating, he's already sneaking out the ingredients for the S'mores.

With the tray held shieldlike in front of her, Chenda can't see Johnny or Sue, but she can hear them just fine. "Those sound good…" she says, a bit lamely, and lowers the tray, setting it aside. "I think I could identify with Robin Hood." She glances to Franklin. "What say you, Frankie?"

"FrankLIN, Chenchen." The boy hands the remote to Sue who presses a few buttons to make a flat panel TV appear from behind a set of cabinet doors. "And I want Robin Hood!"

Sue smiles and nods, using the remote to leaf through what look like recorded shows until she reaches Robin Hood (1973). With her other hand, though, she's nudging the veggie tray a bit toward Johnny and Chenda… a subtle insistence on something vaguely resembly healthy. The TV's screen soon shows the opening of the old Disney animated version of the well-known story.

Johnny starts nudging the tray towards Franklin. You first, kid.

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Ok fine, he grabs a carrot.

"Oh, right. Frank/lin/," Chen-Chen replies with a wink, scooting a little closer to Johnny. So she can reach the veggie tray. Mostly. "What else comes out of that wall?" she asks, taking a bit of cauliflower.

Susan Richards hehs at Richenda. "Other than the TV? Books." She reaches to pluck a handful of veggies off of the tray before settling back herself with her glass of water and the remote. Franklin for his part scoots forward to sit as close to the TV as he can get before Sue ahems softly to stop him.

Second hot dog decimated, Johnny is now chewing on the carrot piece with a hearty crunch of the veggie between his teeth. As Chenda scoots over and starts reaching for the tray, he starts to inch the dish towards her to accomodate for the reach before tapping the tray back towards Franklin. As he's doing this, he's gradually stacking pieces of chocolate on grahm crackers and adding marshmallows.

Chenda giggles, watching Franklin try to scoot closer to the TV. "I remember doing that," she says softly to the two sibs. "Got swatted for it, too." The cauliflower gets popped into her mouth, so she goes silent for a minute. Which is enough time to glance back to see what's got Johnny so preoccupied, aside from the eating.

Susan Richards finishes the veggies in her hand then reaches for the popcorn bowl. Y'all want popcorn, you're on your own.

With the stacking done, Johnny sets aside the top portions and instead rest his hands to either side of the small group of grahm cracker, chocolate, marshmallow stacks. After a few seconds, the chocolate pieces seem to glisten as they soften while the marshmallows seemed to have expanded slightly. Also during this point, there's a buzzing coming from the hot head's phone. Johnny applies grahm cracker bits to the top and slides the paper towel towards the center of the table. Ah, premade S'mores. Task done, Johnny reaches down to his phone to check the screen. He frowns, starting to get up, "There's something going on with a ladder across town. I'm going to have to head out. Enjoy the S'mores." Once upon his feet, he lifts up his hand in a bit of a wave before scooting out.

Something sticky, it seems, has Johnny preoccupied. But judging by the smell, it's something very much worth waiting for. Chenda catches that look of concentration and glances away quickly, then shyly looks back… just in time to see Johnny pulling out his phone. "Oh… be careful, Johnny!" she calls after him as he steps away to do some hero-ing. That might be worry on her face…

Susan Richards looks at Johnny when his phone goes off, seemingly completely unperturbed by his s'mores making techniques, then nods as he's called away. Franklin seems to completely not notice his uncle's departure, cheering at the movie as the cartoon characters act out the archery contest.

Chenda smiles as she watches Franklin more than the movie. She's seen it many times, so she doesn't need to pay much attention. Her eyes stray to Sue, then to the empty spot where her brother was moments ago. "Does that happen a lot?" she asks, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb Franklin.

Susan Richards nods to Chenda and replies equally softly, "Yeah." She seems unconcerned about everyone's departures, though, and offers the popcorn bowl to Chenda while pausing the movie at an opportune moment. "Franklin, the s'mores are ready."

"Pity. He's a good side-warmer," Chenda replies, deadpan, taking a s'more. "And still warm!" she adds, offering a square of squishy, sugary, chocolatey goodness to Franklin.

Susan Richards smiles as Franklin turns, scans the room briefly with his eyes, then focuses on the s'mores and scampers over. "Wow! Thanks!" The boy takes the treat from Chenda and chows down, managing to make a fantastic mess of it.

"There ya go!" Chenda says, smiling brightly as Franklin takes the s'more. That smile remains, but grows more and more strained as Franklin Richards slowly becomes The Incredible Slob. "Um, helps if more of it gets in your mouth," she suggests, tearing her eyes away from the spectacle of food being tortured. Maybe the young barbarian does have /some/ sense of cleanliness.

Susan Richards chuckles softly. "Oh, no. S'mores are best when they're REALLY messy." She claims one for herself and is only marginally neater than her son, if only because she's trying to not make a mess.

"I dunno. I kinda prefer eating my food to wearing it," Chenda says, but she breaks off a piece of her s'more and pops it into her mouth. It's neater, but it does leave crumbs and a smear of warm marshmallow on her fingers. Better than on her face! "I'll save a couple for Johnny. He might be hungry when he gets back."

Franklin giggles at Richenda. "That's no fun." He keeps making a mess of himself, claiming a second s'more from the table.

Sue smiles at Richenda, wiping as much chocolate as she can from her face with a paper towel. "No, they're just no good cold, and Johnny can make more when he gets back."

Franklin pipes up, "Do I get more then? Please?"

"Sorry, honey. He probably won't get back until after your bedtime."

"Awwww."

"Says you, Stay-Puft!" Chenda ripostes, reaching over and tickling Franklin once he's done cramming down his second s'more. She's careful not to touch his face.

Franklin giggles again, but the moment his hands are clear Sue moves to stand. "All right, little man, hands in the air and straight to the bathtub with you." The boy dutifully holds his hands up above his head as he stands, and Sue leads him toward the door. "We'll be back in a bit after Mr. Chocolateface here is all clean again."

"Busted by the Bath Police! Don't let him forget behind his ears, officer!" Chenda teases, grinning at Franklin and Sue. "I'll be here. Don't worry, I won't move the movie," she promises.

Something sticky, it seems, has Johnny preoccupied. But judging by the smell, it's something very much worth waiting for. Chenda catches that look of concentration and glances away quickly, then shyly looks back… just in time to see Johnny pulling out his phone. "Oh… be careful, Johnny!" she calls after him as he steps away to do some hero-ing. That might be worry on her face…

Susan Richards looks at Johnny when his phone goes off, seemingly completely unperturbed by his s'mores making techniques, then nods as he's called away. Franklin seems to completely not notice his uncle's departure, cheering at the movie as the cartoon characters act out the archery contest.

Chenda smiles as she watches Franklin more than the movie. She's seen it many times, so she doesn't need to pay much attention. Her eyes stray to Sue, then to the empty spot where her brother was moments ago. "Does that happen a lot?" she asks, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb Franklin.

Susan Richards nods to Chenda and replies equally softly, "Yeah." She seems unconcerned about everyone's departures, though, and offers the popcorn bowl to Chenda while pausing the movie at an opportune moment. "Franklin, the s'mores are ready."

"Pity. He's a good side-warmer," Chenda replies, deadpan, taking a s'more. "And still warm!" she adds, offering a square of squishy, sugary, chocolatey goodness to Franklin.

Susan Richards smiles as Franklin turns, scans the room briefly with his eyes, then focuses on the s'mores and scampers over. "Wow! Thanks!" The boy takes the treat from Chenda and chows down, managing to make a fantastic mess of it.

"There ya go!" Chenda says, smiling brightly as Franklin takes the s'more. That smile remains, but grows more and more strained as Franklin Richards slowly becomes The Incredible Slob. "Um, helps if more of it gets in your mouth," she suggests, tearing her eyes away from the spectacle of food being tortured. Maybe the young barbarian does have /some/ sense of cleanliness.

Susan Richards chuckles softly. "Oh, no. S'mores are best when they're REALLY messy." She claims one for herself and is only marginally neater than her son, if only because she's trying to not make a mess.

"I dunno. I kinda prefer eating my food to wearing it," Chenda says, but she breaks off a piece of her s'more and pops it into her mouth. It's neater, but it does leave crumbs and a smear of warm marshmallow on her fingers. Better than on her face! "I'll save a couple for Johnny. He might be hungry when he gets back."

Franklin giggles at Richenda. "That's no fun." He keeps making a mess of himself, claiming a second s'more from the table.

Sue smiles at Richenda, wiping as much chocolate as she can from her face with a paper towel. "No, they're just no good cold, and Johnny can make more when he gets back."

Franklin pipes up, "Do I get more then? Please?"

"Sorry, honey. He probably won't get back until after your bedtime."

"Awwww."

"Says you, Stay-Puft!" Chenda ripostes, reaching over and tickling Franklin once he's done cramming down his second s'more. She's careful not to touch his face.

Franklin giggles again, but the moment his hands are clear Sue moves to stand. "All right, little man, hands in the air and straight to the bathtub with you." The boy dutifully holds his hands up above his head as he stands, and Sue leads him toward the door. "We'll be back in a bit after Mr. Chocolateface here is all clean again."

"Busted by the Bath Police! Don't let him forget behind his ears, officer!" Chenda teases, grinning at Franklin and Sue. "I'll be here. Don't worry, I won't move the movie," she promises.

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