After a long, 8 hour day of school, you open the ground door, the smell of freshly baked chicken Alfredo and parsley filling the air. You'd sigh, placing your back pack onto the couch. Martha's monkey ears twitch at the sound of your backpack.

“Hey, honey!! How was school??”

She'd say, dipping her pinky into the Alfredo and tasting it.

“Mm! Anyway.. How was it?”