Lewis, Husk, and Angel were playing a game of poker at the dining table of the Hotel; not much had been happening that day, but Charlie claimed she "had something big planned" and was continuing to putter about the hotel, everywhere she went, an adorably enthusiastic smile on her face.

"Read 'em and weep boys!" Husk spread his cards across the table. "Straight flush!"

Angel sadly spread his cards on the table; two of a kind. Lewis did nothing; he had already folded.

Seeing Angel's cards, Husk gave him a shit eating grin as he slowly slid the pot toward himself. As he slid the money, it was scooped away from him by a passing Charlie.

"Hey! What the fuck!"

"No gambling!" Charlie sangsonged as she fast-walked away.

Angel smiled at Husk, attempting to stifle his laughter.

"Oh shut up," Husk grumbled, "Besides that was you're money too."

"To be fair, we weren't getting it back anyway." Lewis smiled at him sarcastically, "So it's nice Charlie won instead of you."

Husk got up from his seat and slowly hobbled off toward the bar. "I need a drink."

"Don't you always," Lewis said jokingly.

Husk slowly nodded his head. "Yeah," He said matter-of-factly.

Lewis pulled back his ears and frowned. "You just drain the fun out of everything."

Husk nodded again. "Yep," he said matter-of-factly once more.

Lewis sighed. "Well," Lewis began, "If you don't mind me, there's something I need to do."

"What's that mange pup?" Angel asked with a smug smirk on his face.

"Well, spider whore," Lew began, "I've decided to stay at this place full time, so my first order of business is to grab all my stuff and yank it over here."

"Great," Angel groaned, "Now I have to deal with you existing twenty-four-seven."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not looking forward toward it either." Lew pushed himself out of his chair, and quickly flew up over the banister to his room. He grabbed his cap, coat, and phone, before reappearing from his room, and gliding all the way down from the banister to the front door of the hotel. He slammed the door behind him as he left.

Two hours Later: Charlie could hear a loud pounding from the front door. She would've gotten the thing, but she was busy with something of her own in the kitchen.

"Vaggie!" She shouted, struggling to juggle a whole goose.

"Yeah!" Vaggie shouted back from the waiting room.

"Could you get that!"

"Sure!"

As Vaggie opened the front door, there stood Lewis: there stood Lewis, with a gigantic, swollen sack.

"Hell- guau!" Vaggie exclaimed with shock on her face as she gazed upon the bulbous object. "Mierda!"

"Um… hola." Lew responded in confusion. He turned around and grabbed the top of the bag with his mouth, attempting to drag it into the hotel. "Can you get out of the way?" He mumbled thru gritted teeth.

Vaggie slowly stepped out of the way, still staring in shock.

As Lew attempted to pull the bag thru the door, there was a problem; it got stuck. The bag was miraculously wider than the double door.

"Well fuck…" Lew grumbled, staring at the massive gathering of objects; like a puffer fish stuck in a grouper's mouth.

"Hey Vaggie, could you try and climb over that thing, and push it from the other side?"

"Estas loco?! I can't climb over that!" Vaggie gestured at the inflated puffer fish of a bag emphatically.

"Oh, sure you can!" Lew waved a hand thru the air dismissively at her. Vaggie glared at him.

"Hey Charlie!?" Vaggie shouted to the other room without breaking eye contact with Lew.

"Um… I'm kinda busy right now!" Charlie's echos came from the hallway.

"Yeah, but I kinda need your help!"

"No… I really can't come; I have a twenty pound bird in my hands right now."

"What!!!" Vaggie responded, flicking her head toward the kitchen with a dumbfounded expression.

"I said: I have a twenty! Pound! BIRD in my hands!" Charlie reiterated, heaving as she presumably lifted said bird. Vaggie looked at Lewis, then the kitchen, then Lewis again.

"Hey Nifty!" Vaggie shouted.

"Yes!" A high pitched, female shout responded.

"Could you go help out Charlie please!?"

"What!?"

"COULD YOU GO HELP OUT CHARLIE PLEASE!!!" Vaggie shouted down the corridor, her face turning red as she began to lose her patients.

"Oh! Wait!" Lew chuckled, "I can just fly over to the other side, and you can pull." He playfully knocked on his head, "Jesus! Duh!"

Vaggie slowly turned her head to Lew with a blood boiling glare. "Get over to the other side of that bag before I fucking throw you there."

Lew gulped, before slowly gliding over the top of the bag. He didn't even push before the bag before it had already been pulled in by Vaggie, her strength likely fueled by her fuming rage.

Vaggie didn't say a word, glaring at him as she headed for the kitchen.

"Charlie!" Vaggie shouted scoldingly.

"Nothing!" Charlie shouted in response, desperately fumbling to shove the massive bird she had into the oven.

"Charlie, why- wait, what?" Vaggie stopped, crossing her arms and lifting an eyebrow in confusion.

"Nothing." Charlie smiled sheepishly. "I said nothing."

"I noticed." Vaggie eyed her suspiciously. "Why are you wearing an apron? And why are your hands covered in… well… stuff."

Charlie looked down at her hands. Surely enough, they were covered in oil and seasonings. She slowly slid them behind her back. "No reason."

Vaggie glared at her.

"Charlie, what are you doing?"

"Cooking." She continued to look horribly guilty.

"Charlie."

"Vaggie," Charlie whined, "it's a surprise!"

"A surprise for what?" Vaggie continued to carry her suspicion.

"Surprise," Charlie reiterated, gently escorting Vaggie out of the kitchen.

Once Charlie finished her escort she quickly dashed back into the kitchen.

"Whatever," Vaggie responded, "as long as you don't burn the hotel down." She quickly made a double take. "Wait, didn't you say something about a bird-"

"SURPRISE!" Charlie cut off sternly.

"Fine," Vaggie sighed, shaking her head as she headed back for the waiting room. She was greeted by the unwelcoming sight of Lewis attempting, and failing, to shove his massive bag of stuff up the stairwell.

"Vaggie help!" He grunted thru his teeth as he shoved the bag.

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Hijo de perra…"