Flea Market Sweep
It was nearly a week before Leni could put her plan to earn some money into action, since she had to wait for the weekend. Both her parents were busy during this time, and without Vanzilla, Lori couldn't really help her either. But when the time came, she grabbed hold of the opportunity like it was a dress on sale. She was smiling broadly as her mother drove her through town, looking rather excited. "Are you sure you want to do this, Leni?" Rita inquired, glancing toward her sweet, but dim teen daughter as she drove the car.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm sure," Leni replied, and she sounded it. Her mother simply nodded as she turned the old van into the entrance of a parking lot. The sign they drove under to enter said "Royal Woods Flea Market". Rita had been here a few times before; with so many children, it was a godsend for her at times. However, she wasn't here to shop this time. She drove the family vehicle around the outdoor market a few times until she and Leni spotted an open, unused table. She backed the almost broken down van up to the table, where Leni opened up the back and started to pull stacks of clothes from the back of it. Not just any clothes, though: almost all of her best clothes, and even a couple of her own design. Not only that, but she placed her new sewing machine on the table, and set up her dress making dummy, a full length mirror, and her modeling pedestal beside it. After a few minutes of pricing (with a little help from her mother), Leni was open for business. She stood behind her table of wares with a bright smile on her face while waiting for her first customers when a pair of familiar faces approached her stall.
"Leni! Hi!" Mandee exclaimed cheerfully.
"Jackie! Mandee!" Leni chirped, rushing around the table to give them a big hug.
"What are you doing here, Leni?" Jackie inquired, once they separated, looking at the table."Selling off some of your stuff?"
"Don't suppose you'd be willing to trade some of your stuff for some of mine?" Mandee offered, looking at a turquoise scarf on the table with interest. Leni's smile widened, seriously considering her offer. However, she remembered the reason she was there before she said anything.
"Actually...I can't. I need the money for something really super important," She informed them, her smile fading.
"Wow...it must be important if you're selling your sewing machine too," Her raven haired friend commented in surprise.
"Well, if it's that important, then I'll help you out," Mandee said, opening her purse and pulling out some money to buy the scarf.
"I've always loved this dress," Jackie said, picking up the blue dress that was instrumental in causing the sister fight protocol.
'You know...I don't even remember wearing that dress even after all the fighting…' Leni thought to herself.
"...but I think it'll be a little loose for me in the...uh...chest area…"
"Oh! I have all the stuff I need in the van. I could do alterations right in there," The second eldest of the sisters offered, pointing toward the back of the van. "Mom, could you watch the table for a bit?"
"Certainly, sweetie," Rita said, taking her daughter's place while she went into the back of Vanzilla with Jackie, Mandee waiting patiently for them outside. About ten minutes later, the two of them emerged, the dark haired teen wearing the dress and stepping in front of the mirror.
"This is perfect! Thanks so much, Leni!" She reached into her purse and not only paid for the dress, but a little extra for the alteration.
"Thank you, Jackie. I hope you enjoy the dress. See you later, gals!" Leni called out, waving as her friends departed. "This is going really well so far." The kindly blonde said, putting her money into a small wooden box. Just then, a very round woman with light brown, bushy hair approached the table, taking interest in a wide brimmed hat with a few faux flowers in the rim she had for sale. She picked the hat up, moved herself over to the mirror, and tried it on for size. However, one look at her reflection made her frown, and even Leni's smile weakened at the sight. "Excuse me, Miss...if I can make a suggestion…" She moved over to her potential customer and tilted the hat so it was sitting slightly to the side. "There. That's better."
"That does look a little better…" The plump woman said, her smile returning. "I'll take it, and this mirror too...only, could you hold it for me a little while? It won't quite fit in my car and it'll be some time before my husband can get here in his truck."
"Like, no problem, ma'am!" Leni responded cheerfully, taking her money and writing paid over the mirror's price. "If this keeps up, I'll be able to get that wood in no time." She said to herself as her latest customer left.
Back at the Loud House, Lincoln was just kind of lounging on Lynn's bed while reading a comic, all by himself. Since he had returned home from Gregory's domain, he had adopted a more hands off strategy regarding his family: he would let them approach him. He had a few reasons for this tactic: First, the last time he spent time with everyone (which was at dinner very early on), it was very uncomfortable and awkward for everyone. Second, he didn't want to put too much pressure on them. He knew from experience that rushing a plan would only cause it to collapse, and he wanted to give them a legitimate chance. He knew they would come to him when they were ready; it would just take some time...or so he thought. Lucy had parlayed with him a few days after his return with her meditation idea. He wasn't surprised she was among the first to try and make peace, however. She was going to be his roommate for the foreseeable future. How quickly she executed her idea, however, and the fact it was working decently well so far did surprise him. 'Well, there are exceptions to every rule…' He thought to himself as he set his comic aside. 'And Lucy knows more about the soul then any of us…'
"It certainly sounds like she had an advantage over the others," A horribly familiar voice said next to his ear. He turned his head to see a tiny Gregory standing on his shoulder. He yelped in shock and terror, nearly falling off the bed.
"G...Gregory!? What are you doing here!?"
"Oh, I'm not. I'm just a manifestation of your doubts, taking a form you associate with said doubt and misery," The miniature old rat explained, clinging to the one son's shoulder.
"...well, at least I'm not going crazy…" He said sarcastically as he straightened up. "How are you even there anyway? I thought the Grim Reaper-"
"He severed the connection you had to Gregory House, yes, but he can never completely rid you of your doubts, my friend," The imaginary rodent elaborated to him. "That much is up to you. On that note, don't you think it's taking your family an awfully long time to make their move?"
"I want to give them the time they need to figure out what they're going to do," The white haired boy responded.
"I understand that, my friend," Mini Gregory said. "I'm just saying...it's been over a week. The federal government moves quicker than they do."
"One of them approached me last week…"
"Yeah. Lily. Literally the only one you intended to forgive from the start…"
"Ok...ok, that's fair...but I'm sure they're trying." The one son countered, sweating a little bit.
"Are you, Lincoln?" His doubt inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"...well, I know Mom and Dad are constantly going out trying to get my stuff back…"
"Unsuccessfully...but I do concede that they are trying."
"And Lucy...wait, I covered Lucy already...uh...Leni! Yeah, I'm sure whatever Leni is doing out there is her working on her plan."
"Oh, please, Lincoln…" Gregory scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You know her better than that. More likely she already forgot about all this and went to the mall."
"With Mom?" Lincoln asked with a raised eyebrow. The manifestation of his doubt opened his mouth, thought about it for a moment, then shrugged.
"It's a possibility…" He replied, somewhat weakly. "You don't know for certain that it isn't."
"...No, I guess I don't." The middle Loud was forced to admit.
"You see? This passive approach isn't getting you much of anywhere. What you need to do is light a fire under their asses. Throw out an ultimatum; show some progress or get lost."
"...I see your point," Lincoln started. "But I don't want to rush them too much...let's give them, say, another couple of days. If no one makes a move by then, I'll start lighting some fires...figuratively speaking."
"...I suppose that will have to do," Gregory said with a sigh.
Sometime later, Leni was leaning against her table of wares with a bored expression on her face. Since the doughy lady had bought the hat and mirror (which was still by her table), she hadn't had a single customer...and that was nearly two hours ago. Some folks stopped by and looked, but no one seemed too interested. "Then again...maybe not…"
"Don't despair, honey. Things will pick up soon," Rita said in a comforting tone, patting on the back.
"I hope so…" Leni responded glumly.
"...it's almost lunchtime. I'll go get us something from the food truck," Her mother offered, starting to step away from the table. "What would you like, dear?"
"Just a smoothie. I had a big breakfast…" The fashionista replied untruthfully. In truth, she was dejected to the point where she wasn't hungry, but suspected her mother wouldn't buy that. The Loud mother just nodded lightly and headed off to get some food. As soon as she was out of sight, a trio of teenage boys in Royal Woods High jackets grinned as they whispered to one another. Leni never noticed this, as she was waiting for her next customer. She didn't have long to wait, for a few minutes later, the three boys approached her table.
"Hey there," The blond haired, good looking boy greeted her, leaning against the table with a winning smile.
"Hi. How may I help you?" Leni chirped as his friends (one with short, spiked black hair, the other with light brown hair) looked through her dresses on sale.
"We're looking for some new outfits for our girls," He explained. "And this stuff here...it's some real fine stuff."
"Aww. That's so sweet."
"It's gotta be the right dress, though…" The one with spiky hair said. "And these outfits...they are fine, like he said. Very fine."
"True, but on our gals...they'd just look nice, and they deserve better than nice. They deserve gorgeous," The brown haired teen boy commented.
"Right you are. We need a gorgeous dress. An alluring dress. A dress…" The group leader looked Leni over from head to toe and smirked. "...like what you're wearing."
"Oh? I'm afraid I don't have a dress like that…"
"Sure you do." He pointed at the one she was wearing. She looked down at herself, then back up with a look of understanding.
"Oh! Well, I didn't intend to sell it...but I guess I could."
"Atta girl. We'll give you...fifty for it," The blond teen placed a fifty dollar bill on the table before.
"That...seems a bit much," Leni said, feeling kind of bad about the idea of taking that much.
"You deserve it, cutie," The charismatic leader said, giving her a toothy smile. The kindly dressmaker blushed, giggly coyly.
"Well...If you'll give me a moment to change-"
"We're kinda in a hurry. You think you could just give it here right now?" The somewhat air headed teen hesitated for a moment, her cheeks a bright red.
"Isn't the customer always right?" The raven haired young man asked, grinning.
"Well...I guess that is true…" She said quietly. 'And it's for Lincoln…' she added in her mind.
"Here. I'll add an extra twenty if I can get the bra that goes with it!" The boy with the light brown hair plopped a twenty on the table with an even bigger smirk.
"Psst. Don't push our luck, dumbass," His more charming friend hissed from the corner of his mouth. Leni's whole face turned red with embarrassment as she slowly pushed the bill back.
"I...uh...I can't," She whispered. "I...don't have one of those to give…" This made the three boys grin even more. The second oldest sister took a deep breath and grabbed her dress by the hem. She started to lift it up, the boys' eyes locked on her. However, before she could lift it past her underwear, her phone went off. "Oh! Excuse me a moment." Leni let go of her gown and pulled out her phone.
"Oh, come on!" The black haired boy groaned. "We said we were in a hur-"
"I've taken your pictures and the police are on their way," Leni said as she looked at the screen, making the boys go pale. "Do not attempt to run. We know who you are." She blinked as she scratched her head. "I wonder why Mom wanted me to read that out-" she looked up from her phone and found she was alone. The boys had already headed for the hills, leaving the money on the table. "Huh? Where'd they go?"
"Leni! Are you alright!?" Rita asked as she ran over to her daughter's table.
"I'm fine, Mom," Leni replied. "But my customers ran off…" Her mother looked down at the bills, holding one up for Leni to see. It was all play money from a board game.
"They weren't customers, sweetie…" She said with a frown. "They were perverts trying to scam you."
"They...they were lying?" Leni gasped.
"I'm afraid so…" Her mother said with a shake of her head. "Leni, you shouldn't have let them try and push you into doing that."
"...they said they were customers and-"
"Leni...in this case, the customer is NOT always right. What they were doing was outright wrong."
"...I'm sorry, Mom…" The sweet young teen said, tears welling up in her eyes. The Loud matriarch pulled her into a gentle hug.
"It's ok, Leni...you weren't hurt at all and those little punks won't get away with it," She told her as she pat her second oldest child's back. "But don't let others, least of all customers, bully you into doing something you know isn't right."
"...I just really want to get the money so I can make Lincoln's bed…"
"I know, sweetheart, but Lincoln wouldn't be happy if you ended up hurt or in trouble because of it…" Rita said, before thinking to herself. 'Goodness...at least I hope not…'
"You're right...I'll try not to make the same mistake again…" Leni said, sniffling a bit.
"That's my girl," Her mother replied with a soft smile before she pulled a plastic cup from behind her back. "I almost forgot. Is mango orange ok? Their options on the truck were kind of limited."
"It's great. Thanks, Mom." The dull witted fashionista smiled softly as she took the cup and took a deep drink from it. Maybe it was the talk, or maybe the sweet/tangy fruit drink entering her system, but she started to feel a little better.
"I also got you a little something else, just in case you changed your mind about being hungry," The Loud mother said, showing her a chicken shish kabob she had gotten her. Leni certainly didn't feel much like eating still, but the growl from her stomach gave away how hungry she was. She blushed a bit and chuckled sheepishly as she took the grilled meat and vegetables on a stick from her mother, thanking her again.
A little time passed and things seemed to be picking up at the market. Most customers were filing in, and Leni's table was doing decent business. She had sold a few more blouses, a skirt, and a dress, not to mention her modeling pedestal. Her high spirits were back up again as she waited for her next customer. "Doing alright over there?" An elderly man at the table across from hers asked, while a tall, lanky man all in white was bouncing a tennis ball off an antique tennis racket that he had gotten from the vendor's table. All of his stuff looked pretty old; probably things he dug up from the attic and decided it was time to go.
"Doing alright," She responded. "How about you?"
"Ah, business is kind of slow, but you gotta expect that sometimes," The old man said with a bit of a chuckle. "'Specially with old junk like mine. But sooner or later, the right person comes along, and if they can give it a good home that isn't in my house, then I'm happy." Leni just nodded at him, about to respond when-
"Oops!" The tennis ball the man with the racquet had been fiddling with bounced much harder than intended, flying off course and headed right for the full length mirror by Leni's table. Rita gasped while Leni screamed, but it was the young teen who reacted first. She dove in front of the mirror, just in time to block the wayward ball...with her right eye. The little green orb bounced harmlessly away while Leni fell to the ground, covering her eye.
"Leni! Are you alright!?" Her mother asked in a tone dripping with worry as she knelt by her daughter, soon followed by the lanky man and the elderly gentleman.
"...is the mirror still in one piece?" She asked with a groan.
"...uh...yes, it looks like it."
"Then I'm fine," The usually chipper teen said as she sat up and removed her hand from her eye. Her mother cringed, the man with the racquet looked horrified, and the old vendor groaned at the sight.
"Oooh...that's not good…" He commented quietly. The poor girl had been given a nasty black eye from the impact of the tennis ball, but she didn't seem too bothered by it.
"Young lady, I am so sorry...I didn't mean for that to happen…" The man responsible said, looking like he felt as bad as her eye looked.
"YOU should be more careful," Rita said with an angry frown, about to go into full mama bear mode.
"I know...I know...I'll go get her some ice for her eye," He said before he rushed off, the Loud mother glaring at his back the whole time.
"Excuse me!?" A huffy sort of voice snapped from the front of their table. The two ladies and one elderly man turned to see a slight round, snippy looking woman standing there. She was wearing a tank top and stretch pants, had an expensive purse on her arm, and the kind of haircut that just screamed 'get me your manager'. "Am I going to get some service today!?"
"Ah dagnabbit...not this-" He muttered something under his breath so Leni couldn't hurt. "-again…" The old man groaned angrily.
"What did you say!?" The woman asked angrily. She didn't hear him, but she got the jist of it anyway.
"You heard me, you malcontented old business body," He replied hostilely before he slowly returned to his table. Rita could just tell this was going to be trouble as she moved the mirror to the side of Vanzilla to avoid a possible problem and Leni returned to the table.
"Sorry about that. How may-"
"You know, you should really do something about that hideous eye of yours before dealing with customers," The lady cut her off harshly.
"But it only just-"
"That's no excuse for poor customer service." Rita glared at Leni's latest customer as she stood by the side of the family van. "It's fortunate for you that I am in need of a sewing machine, or I wouldn't even be here."
"Oh! It really is a great sewing machine. I've only had it a few-"
"I'll take it for ten dollars," The rude customer once again interrupted her, sounding like that was the final word on the matter. Leni blinked in shock before looking down at the price tag on the machine.
"But...it's priced at-"
"Don't you talk back to me, you little brat! I am the customer and the customer is always right! You should be grateful I'm even interested after the outrageous service you have attempted to provide me!" She snapped at the young lady. Rita's urge to leap to Leni's defense continued rising as the entitled woman suddenly held her hand out to the second oldest Loud sister.
"...what?"
"My ten dollars. Give it to me."
"Wait...you want me to give YOU money to buy my sewing machine?" Leni asked, positively stunned by this revelation.
"Well, what are you waiting for!?" The pushy woman demanded, snapping her fingers at Leni. The kindly teen instinctively reached for her wallet, but then she paused, remembering what her mother had said earlier.
"No," She said firmly, looking the entitled woman right in the eyes.
"...WHAT!?"
"I said no. I'm not giving you money to take my sewing machine. It's practically brand new, and usually sells for hundreds of dollars. It's a steal at that price."
'Thatta girl,' Rita thought with a smile.
"You...little bitch! How dare you!? Don't you know the first thing about customer service!? The customer is always RIGHT!?" And there went the aspiring author's smile, replaced with a hateful sneer.
"But you're wrong," Leni responded, crossing her arms in front of her. The horrible woman's face turned red with anger, while their older friend at the opposite table started laughing.
"That's telling her, little miss!"
"Stay out of it, you old relic!" The slightly overweight woman snapped.
"You're not that much younger than me!" He retaliated with a smirk, which just winded her up even more. She growled with anger and scooped up the sewing machine from the table.
"This is for your atrocious service!" She yelled as she started to storm off with it.
"Hey! You didn't pay for that!" Leni cried out, but the woman pretended not to hear her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for Rita.
"Stay there, Leni. Stop! Thief!" She yelled before she gave chase. The self centered woman broke into a run the moment the Loud mother yelled at her. While Rita was more fit than the one who robbed her little girl (somewhat), the thief had a head start, and she had no qualms with shoving people aside or knocking them down to delay Rita. However, the mother of eleven was tenacious. She stayed on the woman's trail as long as she could, but soon enough, the woman ended up getting lost in the crowd. Growling, the Loud mother stood on her tip toes to try and see over the crowd and spot the sewing machine snatcher.
"She went that way!" A red headed young lady selling baby clothes informed her, pointing toward the shopper's parking lot.
"Thanks!" Rita responded before she ran off toward the lot. Not wanting to be slowed down by the crowd of bargain hunters, she went off the beaten path, ducking between two vendor tables. Meanwhile, the entitled woman had a smug smile on her face. She thought she lost that crazy woman and was home free with a practically new sewing machine. She just needed to get to her car. The only problem was that the walking path was filled with people, slowing her down as she rudely pushed through them. "Come on! Move! Out of my way!" She said, shoving a young girl to the ground. She ignored the child's cries and her mother's protests as her brand new mini van came into sight. She only made it three more steps forward before a very angry Loud mother suddenly appeared before her, arms crossed with a steely glare.
"Going somewhere…?" The bob haired woman gasped and turned to run. However, she ran right into a tall, muscular woman dressed as a biker, wearing mirrored shades.
"Something wrong here?" She asked with a serious tone. The thief swung her free hand at the one blocking her path. The lady dressed as a biker blocked her attack with one hand, and showed her a badge with her other hand. The color drained from the woman's face at the sight of that.
"She...she's trying to steal my sewing machine…"
"You stole that machine from my daughter's table!" Rita snapped.
"She's lying!" The Karen responded with a pathetic look, holding the sewing machine like it were her own child. The officer looked between the two of them silently for a moment.
"...let me see that machine for a moment."
"What!? No! It's mine!"
"Ma'am, don't make this more difficult than it needs to be. Just let me have a look-" She reached for the sewing machine, and the would be thief took another swing at her. Her patience exhausted, the plainclothes cop grabbed hold of the offending limb and twisted it behind her back. "Congratulations. You have a charge of assaulting an officer as well as theft."
"Ow! Let me go! Police brutality! Police brutality!" The sewing machine swiper screamed out. However, no one there was listening to her. In fact, most of the vendors and shoppers were laughing at her. She was forced to drop the sewing machine as her other arm was brought behind her and she got cuffed.
"You have the right to remain silent. I suggest you exercise that right," The officer said seriously before picking up the machine and noticing something on the bottom of it. "Your name Leni Loud?"
"No! What kind of dumb name is that!?"
"That's my daughter's name!" Rita snapped, resisting the ever rising urge to punch this incredibly rude person. The officer leered at her for a moment, until the aspiring author showed her her driver's license.
"...Very well, Mrs Loud. Would you like to press-"
"Yes," Rita responded without a moment's hesitation, putting her license away.
"This is an injustice! I'll get a lawyer! I'll see you fired for this!" The woman raged as the police officer took her away. "And you! I'll ruin you and your little hussy of a daughter too!" The Loud matriarch gave her a death glare as she was being dragged away to an undercover police car.
"...Not now, Rita...tempting as it is, going to jail would not be a good thing right now…" She muttered under her breath, picking up the sewing machine and making her way back to Leni's table. When she got back, she saw that her daughter had an ice pack over her eye with the old vendor trying to comfort her while she sat on the rear bumper of the van. She looked like she had been crying.
"That's it, little miss. It'll be alright," He said, patting her on the back. "See? Your mother is back."
"Mom!" Leni sprang up from her seat, running over to give her mother a hug. "Are you ok? That mean woman didn't hurt you, did she?"
"No, Leni. I'm fine, and the police took that rude customer away," Rita replied as she hugged her daughter in return. "How's your eye, honey?"
"It's ok now. The ice is helping it feel better," The second oldest of the Loud children explained. "And the man who got it even gave me some money. I'm not sure why, but he seemed scared."
"I think he was afraid your mother would sue," The elderly man pointed out. "Or beat him up. Please tell me you got a few good punches on that...witch, though…"
"I wish…" Rita responded under her breath as she put the sewing machine back on the table. "But she got her just desserts anyway, so I'll take it."
"Oh good! I was looking for a nice sewing machine," Scoots said as she rode up to the table on her motorized scooter.
"Scoots? I didn't know you could sew," The old vendor commented, looking at the elderly woman on the scooter in surprise.
"Well, a gal's gotta have a few secrets," She replied with a smirk. "But it's not just for me. I have a friend who's been on the prowl for a good machine like this. You may have met her. She frequents this place all the time. Makes a right spectacle of herself every time."
'Er...are you getting it for her?" The Loud mother asked, having a dreadful suspicion she knew who she was referring to.
"Hell no! I'm gonna buy it, then rub it in her face," She replied with a cackle, getting a laugh from Rita, Leni and their new friend from across the path. The silver haired woman leaned in to look at the price tag. "Hmmmm. A bit out of my range there...will you take a hundred for it?" The fashionista considered the offer for a moment before she smiled.
"Like, ok. That sounds reasonable," She answered with a nod, taking the money from Scoots and helping her get the machine into her basket.
"Hehehe. You made my day, kid. See you around!" Scoots said before she zoomed off, kicking up some dust as she did so.
The rest of the afternoon at the flea market was, thankfully, uneventful. She managed to sell a few more articles of clothing and the plump woman from before returned to collect her purchased mirror before they decided to pack up, though, so that was a plus. As her mother drove them back for home, Leni took the time to count how much she collected for that day. "Let's see...with everything I sold, alterations, plus the money from the nice man...three hundred...and...fifteen dollars," She said, which made her face fall. "Oh...I needed two hundred and eighty at least…"
"Er...sweetie. Three hundred and fifteen is more than two hundred and eighty."
"Oh! Then nevermind!" Leni chirped, closing her money box. "I have everything I need to buy what I need for Linky's bed." Her mother smiled over at her, pleased that she was on the right track now. A couple minutes later, Vanzilla was back in the driveway and Leni was running up the stairs to Lola and Lana's room. However, before she could get there…
"Leni! You've been robbed!" Lori screamed, running out into the hall and grabbing her roommate by the shoulders, looking frantic and stressed. Her freaking out got the attention of her siblings, who moved to their respective doors for a listen.
"Robbed!? You mean, someone took my stuff while I was at the flea market!?"
"...flea market?" The authoritative blonde asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. I took some of my stuff to the flea market to get some money for…" She lowered her voice with an excited smile on her face. "...Linky's surprise…" Before she continued at a normal tone, "...but someone took some more of my things…?"
"...Leni, was your sewing machine among the things you took?"
"Yeah, why?" Leni replied curiously. Lori sighed, starting to calm down a little.
"Sorry, Leni...false alarm...I didn't know you were going to the flea market," She admitted.
"Well, it was for a surprise, and if I told anyone, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Leni reasoned, which made her older sister sigh.
"Whatever you say, Leni…" She groaned, too stressed for this kind of conversation. Meanwhile, in Lynn and Lucy's room, Lincoln had heard most of the conversation. He was pretty surprised at what he had heard: Leni had sold most of her stuff? Even her practically new sewing machine? He didn't hear what she said it was for, though he thought he had a pretty good guess. He looked over at the little Gregory on his shoulder with a 'told you so' smirk.
"Ok...ok...you were right…" The illusory image of his doubt said begrudgingly. "But that's still only, like, one out of the remaining eight siblings."
AN: Leni's last note worthy customer was heavily inspired by the entitled people/parents subreddit.