The house was finally silent. As she crept down the stairs to the kitchen, Sabrina made a mental checklist of the whereabouts of the other members of the house.
Granny was in her room napping. Mr. Canis, meditating. Uncle Jake was out, visiting Briar. Red and Daphne were in the yard solving a "mystery" involving a set of paw prints in the mud under the living room window, and Puck was in his bedroom, moping about puberty.
Satisfied, she snuck into the kitchen.
"I know you're in here somewhere" she called softly to the bag of chips purchased earlier that day by her uncle. "You can't hide from me, you lovely normal food."
She tiptoed around the room, looking under pots, and in cabinets, knowing that a noise too loud could attract any number of potentially ravenous family members. The key to getting food, she told herself, was making sure Puck and Daphne didn't find it first. Whatever it took, she would get those chips.
"There you are." she whispered, smirking. They were under a large mixing bowl in the middle cupboard. "They don't call me the Queen of Sneaks for nothing."
"Grimm, no one calls you that except you." replied another voice from behind her.
Sabrina groaned, standing straight up with the bag behind her. It crinkled far too loudly to stay hidden. She really wasn't in the mood for this.
"Hey, what do you have? Is it food?" asked Puck, craning his neck. She shuffled out of his path of sight.
"Just some chips, nothing good." she muttered, hoping he would leave her alone. "I'm going upstairs now, so I'll see you around." Half running, Sabrina fumbled out of the kitchen, only to be caught by the winged boy.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Listen, ugly, I don't care about the kind of food. I just want the food. So hand it over." He reached out, trying to grab the bag.
He never made it. She bolted, through the living room and halfway up the stairs before the winged boy caught her, grabbing her arms and pulling her back down.
"Puck, it's not yours!" she yelled, flailing her arms, trying to make contact with his skin.
He laughed. "I'm a king, dummy, everything is mine."
She growled at him, ready to beat the stupid grin off his face. As she wound up to pounce, the front door flew open, revealing Daphne, Red, and something small and covered in thick brown mud.
The bag of chips, momentarily forgotten, lay between the two young teenagers as they stared at the dirty scene before them. Both girls were layered head to foot in dirt, and the object, cradled in Daphne's arms, seemed no better.
"Guys, we solved the mystery!" announced Daphne brightly, as Granny Relda rushed down the stairs, to the site of the commotion.
"Oh, lieblings, what happened?" she asked, staring at the messy girls. "And, if I dare to ask, what is that?" She walked over to the thing while Daphne cooed to it.
Red cleared her throat. "Well, like Daphne said, we solved the mystery."
"It's a—" started Daphne but was cut off by a pitiful meow coming from the muddy thing.
"Cat." breathed Sabrina.