"Good morning, hun." Marinette's mom smiled warmly as she handed the sleepy teen a glass of juice and a box of her favorite cereal. "Any exciting plans tonight?"
Marinette filled her bowl with a yawn.
"Plans? Tonight? Not really, no...why?"
"I swear, you are so scatterbrained sometimes. It's New Years Eve!"
Marinette blinked a few times and groaned.
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe I totally spaced on that! I was so busy working on those sketches I just lost all track of the dates."
"I'll say. You're mixing up your days of the week too. Those chores aren't exactly going to do themselves, you know."
"I know, I know."
"Don't you 'I know' me, young lady. If you knew, we wouldn't be having this talk. There's the living room to dust and vacuum, the furniture could use a polish…"
Marinette stole at glance at her phone which had been buzzing furiously in her pocket. Ayla.
"Um, okay mom. I'll get right on that! I'm gonna start by...um...checking the mail."
She scooted out the door as quickly as her legs could carry her."
"Check the? I didn't tell her to check the mail?"