Anne swept the floors and wiped down the tables. She’d started working at the family restauraunt officially when she got back from Amphibia for good and her parents retired. Of course, she could still go visit Amphibia when she pleased, but L.A. was her main place of residency. She turned the ‘Open’ sign onto its ‘Closed’ side, closing the blinds before looking around. “Everything shut off, everything’s put away… Good,” She sighed with relief. Her back ached and she was utterly exhausted, she wanted nothing more than to go home and nap for a month. Heading out the door, she sighed, getting into her car, pulling off. “Sasha probably won’t be home for a while, and Marcy probably got the closing shift at the library,” she thought. She loved her lovers dearly but they could definitely be high maintenence. As she pulled into the driveway, however, Sasha’s car had been in the driveway. “What? I thought she had to work today…” Anne mumbled, before shrugging. “Eh- maybe she got off early,” she reasoned, heading for the door. But only to hear the clattering of pots and pans, the faint smell of smoke wavered towards her, and the voices of Sasha and Marcy would be heard, though what they were talking about was indescernible, but it didn’t take a genius to guess that they were panicking about everything going on inside. Anne groaned internally. Part of her wanted to stay outside a bit until they got everything sorted out. But frog forbid she leave them for a moment longer and there wouldn’t be a house to come inside to. So she sucked in a sharp breath and opened the door. The smell of smoke and horribly overcooked food hit Anne’s senses like a ton of bricks. She nearly gagged, coughing a bit as she wafted the smoke away from her nose without much effect to follow. “Put it out, put it out!” A voice yelped. Marcy, of course. “Stop moving and maybe I can put it out! You’re gonna set something else on fire if you keep waving it around like that!” Sasha’s voice retorted with a groan. The two were running around the kitchen, and they stopped right in view of Anne, both pausing and staring at her, the Thai girl staring right back at them. Marcy’s shirt had somehow gotten caught on fire. How, Anne silently asks. But then she rethinks. This is Marcy, of course. She’d put out several fires he'd caught on their cloak when they were in Newtopia. She may’ve grown a lot out there, but someone can only change so much. This was still Marcy after all. At least this time there was an explaination, though… somewhat. Sasha had been surprisingly without any injuries. She looked more tired than anything. “What,” Anne paused, “Is going on here?” While some part of her was legitimately amused, she was more confused than anything. “Heeeeeey, Anna-Banana,” Marcy would say with a guilty smile, and Sasha had just said it outright, “We took the day off to prepare the house for when you got home, we tried to cook something nice, failed, and Marcy’s shoulder got caught on fire (somehow). You're welcome.” The fire alarm was just blaring all throughout, and Anne shook her head, chucking a bit as she opened all the doors and windows to let it air out, putting out the small fire on Marcy’s shirt, and turned off the stove, and the alarm stopped several minutes afterwards. She was honestly touched by how they wanted to take care of her. She knew they cared about her and loved her dearly, but sometimes she loved when they made a little more of an effort to show it, even if it hadn’t worked out so well in their favor, she knew they meant well, and she knew that. She kissed their foreheads, and a slight shade of pink flushed across their cheeks. “Sorry for the mess, Anne,” Sasha and Marcy apologized, scratching the back of their necks sheepishly, and Anne simply hugged them both. “You’re forgiven,” she assured them. “I brought home some leftovers from the restaurant anyways.” “You’re a lifesaver, Boonchuy,” Sasha sighed with relief, not even remotely upset she went through the trouble of that evening for ultimately nothing. “But you two are still gonna clean this up- I’ll help, though, if it makes you feel better,” Anne added. “That’s fair,” Marcy chimed in, grabbing a mop. Thinking about it, Anne honestly hadn’t really gone into the kitchen to truly see the damage that was done, and was curious. Upon walking inside, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Mainly flour around the counter, a few small spills, and the curtain for the window was slightly singed from the fire. A surprisingly light amount of damage compared to what she was expecting.
About an hour of cleaning, and they were done. Anne flopped down on the couch, setting up the food, Marcy picked out a movie, putting it on. War of the Warlocks, the same movie that she’d watched countless times when they were kids that their girlfriends neglected. Years later, they worked harder to consider and cater to Marcy’s interests and try to make an effort to care. The ironic part is, while they wouldn’t call it the best movie in the world, they honestly ended up liking it, to Marcy’s enjoyment. Sasha came back into the living room with a huge blanket and pillows from their room, and Anne smiled softly as the short-haired blonde wrapped the blanket around them, and Marcy smiled, hugging a pillow close to her as she leaned against Anne, and Sasha wrapped her arm around Anne, just barely managing to rest the tip of her fingers on Marcy’s shoulder. Anne grinned, splitting the pad thai and spring rolls between the three of them, all cuddled up on the couch, the lights dim as they watched their movie. She wouldn’t have traded this for anything else in the world.
