18 May 2121
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Joey Romolo Elena Romolo Nicholas Romolo Jack Marsetti

Joey: Sorry, was a late night.
Elena: Come take a seat then, dear.
Joey: Over to the table. Look through the mail.
Elena: Guess what, Joey-bear?
Joey: Smiles. What is it, Elena-kitten?
Elena: I made dinner for you.
Joey: For a moment forgets that she's a terrible cook. Aww. Oh wait… dammit. Smile. Thanks, honey!
Elena: Trots happily on over to get her FOODIASATER. Anything in the mail?
Joey: Some kinda invitation.
Elena: To what?
Joey: Ah, the coronation of the new kings and queens of Atlantis.
Elena: Oh! They're choosing the new kings and queens?
Joey: Don't you read the papers, baby?
Elena: Usually, but a lot of it goes into the bird cages
Joey: Understandable. A lot of it's garbage. Puppies rescuing kittens from wells. I guess we'll have to go, though. I'll take some time off of work. Won't be bad seeing yours and my folks, either.
Elena: If Dad can get his lazy bones up and about at least.
Joey: Poor old guy.
Elena: Age is no excuse. Mom is still perfectly active.
Joey: She's a firecracker. Man, I think they should just stick with the old rulers. Much less fuss. At least until I kick the bucket… I guess the world doesn't revolve around me, though.
Elena: Of course not, it revolves around me.
Joey: Mine does, at least. Grins. Guess it hasn't been the same since Grampa died, though. Not that great Grandpa isn't doing a fine job of things.
Elena: Smiles, but then frowns a little. Yeah…
Joey: Yawns. Gimme a smooch, sugar.
Elena: Right after you try some of this. Sets plate down.
Joey: Looks down at what it is.
Food: Defies description, but there's some meat, vegetables… and… that might be mashed potatoes.
Joey: Picks up his fork and tries some of the veggies.
Veggies: Bland, over-steamed, and kind of soggy. Perhaps the most edible thing on the plate, though.
Joey: I wonder if she knows of the lemon juice and butter combo. Does wonders… Hm… Meat next!
Meat: Not a horrible texture, but tough. Really tough. It's not burnt, but it's possible this was not meant for human consumption as it requires a lot of jaw strength to chew it up. Tastes vaguely like steak. Only vaguely, though.
Joey: Augh, it keeps growing and growing in my mouth. I hope I can swallow without choking.
Elena: Looks absolutely elated.
Joey: …Swallow with difficulty. Momentarily getting that fight/flight feeling, thinking it may have gone down his air canal… but will live another day! Try the starch.
Mashed potatoes: JACKPOT. These are actually… Good? Just the right amount of butter, very smooth texture, and actually tastes like mashed potatoes!
Joey: Nom these up! These're really good, Elena.
Elena: Don't talk with your mouth full, silly~ Beaming happily. There's dessert, too!
Joey: Alright, then.
Elena: Finished with the main course already?
Joey: Gotta save room for dessert.
Elena: That's right. Happy walk away to retrieve it! I hope you still have a sweet tooth~
Joey: I sure do.

Nick: What's wrong, Uncle Jack?
Jack: Copying your face again. Laughs.
Nick: Smiles.
Jack: Smiles in return!
Nick: Sip tea.
Jack: That hand is reaching for his pocket! Would you like a piece of candy?
Nick: Yes!
Jack: Digs around in his pocket. …Oh, wait. All out. Just kidding. Takes out a butterscotch.
Nick: I feel like a dog being rewarded with treats.
Jack: Nonsense! I'm just rewarding you for being you. Smile.
Nick: Smiles at that. Thank you, Uncle Jack.
Jack: You're welcome, Nicky. Smiles.
Nick: GET UP. GO OVER. HUG.
Jack: Surprised, but hugs!
Other Romolos: Drunk.