"Mary Margaret?" David slowly opened the door. He took his shoes off and left them by the door. "Are you here? Your mom was outside and said I could just come in..." Mary Margaret appeared at the end of the hall. David began walking forward.
"Be careful!" She said, just as David started slipping around. He fell on the ground. "Mom just did the floors." Mary Margaret giggled.
"Thanks for the warning." He grunted. David tried to stand up.
"Sorry," Mary Margaret apologized. "The entire first level of the house is like this. You can't really get anywhere without sliding."
"How have you been moving around?"
"Remember when we were little and used to play that game where you can't touch the floor because it's lava?" David nodded. "It's been something like that."
"Okay," David chuckled. "So what are we going to do?"
Leo Blanchard walked down the stairs. What he saw next confused him. In the living room were his daughter and her boyfriend, standing on the coffee table. They were laughing. David was trying to pull a stool closer to them without getting off the table. Mary Margaret saw Leo and waved, embarrassed. "Hi Dad."
"Hi, sweetie. What's going on in here?"
"Um... the floor's hot lava?" She offered.
"Okay then." Leo decided not to ask. "I'm going to help your mother with dinner. Nice seeing you, David."
"Bye, Mr. Blanchard." David said.
Leo went into the kitchen to his wife. "Honey, why are those two standing on a coffee table?"
Ava shrugged. "It started off with my cleaning the floors and escalated from there."
"Well, I guess it's better than the other things they could be doing... but they better not leave footprints on the furniture."