“Not much, I’m afraid. I still have to run out to the grocery store and, what with Dash’s metabolism over 100 times normal, he empties out the cupboards just about every day.” She opened the cupboard and stepped aside, and Bob saw she was right: it was almost totally empty. The only thing left was a dusty old box of Bran Fibers. Ugh. But he was an adult now, and he couldn’t eat sugary cereal all the time anymore. His recent adventures against Syndrome had helped him lose a lot of weight, and he couldn’t bear the thought of working it all off again.
“That’s fine, sweetie,” he said, trying not to show any disappointment at making the mature, but boring, decision. She poured the cereal into two bowls, added milk, and set it down on the table. “When do we need to get the kids from school? I’m not usually home this early.”
“Oh, Bob, it’s only one o’clock. We’ve got the next two and a half hours to ourselves. Wanna…” She trailed off, as he was already loudly munching the Bran Fibers and hadn’t heard anything after “one o’ clock”. Dejected and a little sexually frustrated, she began to eat her own, much smaller bowl of cereal, bent slightly to accommodate the low table.
Outside, Lucius drove by the house, leaning on the horn. Startled, Bob twitched his spoon arm. It was enough to destroy his cere...