A/N All standard disclaimers apply. Including the one about this being the dumbest plot bunny that ever wouldn't let go of me.
"You do realize," Carl says back at their house that night, "that this means we've been smacking around one of the Powers for years?"
There is a long pause, and then Tom's voice floats in from the kitchen.
"Knowing her, she thought it was the funniest joke in the world. Putting up with it was probably what made us Seniors."
"Reciprocity, you mean?"
"I'd prefer to think of it as on the job training."
There is another long pause.
"You do realize this also means one of the Powers has been occasionally witness to us in compromising positions over a number of years, including certain bedroom activities that haven't always been confined to the bedroom?"
Tom pokes his head in at this, an almost unreadable look across his face. He opens his mouth once, then shuts it again. Gives a not quite indifferent shrug.
"Free room, board, and one hell of a show. All the Powers should be so lucky."
