"Her pale complexion glistened against the moonlight as he whisked her up in his arms and embraced her tender figure through…"

"What the fuck?", came a noise from the background…wait.

"Mom I can't get this jar opened"

Audrey sighed and heaved herself out of the chair.

"You know Lucy, a lot of children enjoy spending time outside as well…you know…enjoying the sunlight and their…their youth…"

"A lot of children die every year cause of sunburns and misspent youth, which could have been much better spent in their living room staring at the ceiling wondering why everything sucks", Lucy stated matter-of-factly and continued to try and pull of the lid from that stupid jar.

Audrey hummed something under her breath, which sounded something like an old hymn and a mutter, either way it seemed to be the only release she had for stress. Especially when it came to Lucy…and that weird friend of hers.

"Hey Aditi, what do you reckon would happen if I just tried one of unkie George's spells to blow up the jar."

Audrey's eyes took the shape of to big round plates, with something black and grey in the middle, as she turned in a haste. But it was too late. Across the floor laid something that probably used to be cucumber, and something else that Audrey couldn't precisely detect what it might have been before the mass blow up.

"Ok…bad idea"

"There just a little salty", Aditi added in a slow, slightly bored voice that held a tone of simply just stating a fact.

Lucy went silent and stared at her calm, senseless friend who was absently wiping some mashed cucumber from her olive green shirt. Audrey shook her head with a raised eyebrow, while Lucy had begun to laugh at Aditit's odd remark.

"Percy, come home", she mumbled incoherently while rubbing the front of her head and walking out of the room.

As she went the room went silent.

"…You wanna go blow up the neighbours mailboxes", Lucy asked, still red in the face, turning to face her part Indian friend.

"Mail should only be sorted on Mondays anyway", Aditi said with shrug.

"o…k"