Okay, back on the Callahan wagon! Let's see what we can do here, hmm?
Chapter 49: Family BondingMarjorie is reminiscing over a Custom Drink.
Rose has stayed up all night painting, again.
And once again must rush off to school without stopping to fulfil her basic needs.
Oops--the poor dear has missed her bus.
Hazel is working on learning to walk as her next goal. Zack is fulfilling his fatherly duties admirably by supporting her--both literally and figuratively.
Zack: Come on, Hazelnut, you can do it!
Hazel: You're right, Father! With enough practise, and once my legs have been strengthened and accustomed to bearing my weight, I have every confidence that I will walk as well as any other bipedal creature!Zack was a little weirded out by that, so Marjorie took over walking training.
Marjorie: Okay, pumpkin! We're almost there!
H: I can only assume that you are using 'pumpkin' in the colloquial sense as a pet name for me, since I am neither orange nor any type of squash.
M (mumbling): Yes, that would be why Zack didn't want this job.
H: What's that, Mother?Ash's Loves the Outdoors trait is really showing itself. He continues to spend most of his time fishing.
M: And now you've learnt to walk! Hurray! Where's the cake?
H: Are you not overwhelmed with nostalgia? Do you not wish that I were going to 'stay your baby just a little longer'? Are you not going to lament that 'the time goes by so fast'?
M: Nope, I am definitely ready for you to go to school.We interrupt this touching family scene to bring you Marjorie's new Mausoleum pieces. I have decided that dead plants are not pretty and so I have selected the produce as the pieces instead. I also decided that I want each generation to have a display case in colours co-ordinated for them specifically. Since most of the produce glows, it looks especially lovely at night.
From top, left to right: Spotlight Mushroom, Plasma Fruit, Wolfsbane Flower, Life Fruit, Flame Fruit, Ghost Chili, Glow Orb Mushroom.
And, here's another Imaginary Friend doll. I'm not going to bother to even make up a name for this one. If I can't make them real, they don't much interest me.
M: Then Grim whipped out his scythe and started rocking out!
Ash: Gasp!
Z: What's this, a ghost story?
M: Hardly. This is the true account of one of my encounters with Grim.Z: Oh, this I've got to hear.Vervain: My turn! (stands up in front of the family) Beetles! Beetles everywhere!
A: Um, what?
V: I thought we were telling scary stories. That's the scariest story I could think of.And it's clear where
all of the storytelling talent in the family is concentrated.
Continuing the evening's theme of 'Family Bonding', Vervain and Marjorie have a pillow fight.
Z: Oh, yes, absolutely, Congressman Wolff.I wonder what that's all about.
M: All right. Here goes.You're the one who wanted a hive, may I remind you.
M: I know, I know! Don't rush me!Z: I'm coming, Hazelnut, hold on! Just let me finish grinding up this Autumn Salad for you!M: No, that's it. No bees. Too hungry.Uh huh.
Z: Was the salad good, Hazel darling?
H: Yes, thank you, Father. It was both filling and nutritious.
Z: Good.Where is Rose while all of this is going on? Still painting.
Rose: I prefer not to get mixed up in all that silliness. I have dynasty requirements to complete.Very sensible I'm sure, but not much fun?
R: Haven't you paid attention to my motives? Painting, unlike writing, increases the Fun meter. Besides, I have the 'Enjoying Solitude' moodlet. I am very content.M: How do I look?
Mirror: Why are you asking me?
M: Because you're a useless mirror! I can't see myself, so I have to ask you!
Mirror: Useless? How many mirrors can give you a magical makeover, I'd like to know! Useless, indeed!
M: Don't need any magical makeover, I just need to know what I look like!
Mirror: You look like a green fairy! Happy?
M: Not really. What a rubbish mirror.M: Here, son. I got you a birthday present!
A: Um, thanks, Mom, but it's not my birthday yet.
M: Oh. Oh, well. I'll have to try again later.M: Rose, one day your knight in shining armour will come along.
R: Okay . . .
M: And when that day comes, you make sure you snag him. None of this namby-pamby nonsense about not kissing him, you hear?R: Thanks again for the advice, Mum, as strange as it is.
M (thinking): Someday soon my little Rose is going to get married. Oh well. At least I'll get grandchildren.
R (thinking): I bet she's already thinking about grandchildren. With that, Rose goes off to school.