Chore
If Ron heard Kim's muted apology he didn't give any outward sign of it. "Of course it's kind of my own fault for even getting involved with Zita in the first place." He turned back to face Kim, his eyes narrowing with worry as he took in the despondent look on her face. "KP? You alright?"
Kim sputtered, "Oh right… Zita," tapping two fingers against her forehead, "duh…" She lightly shook her head, "I thought maybe," crossing her eyes as she stuck out the tip of her tongue, "duh…" before recomposing herself. "Zita… yeah right, Zita."
Kim was acting flaky, in a major way. "I'm starting to think that this being grounded thing is rotting your brain."
"Who's got a rotten brain?" Mrs. Possible's unexpected appearance in the kitchen startled both Ron and Kim. Since when was she so sneaky? "Its time for you go Ron. You've been here too long and Kimberly still has to finish her chores."
Ron snickered, "Chores."
"Let's go mister." Mrs. Possible grabbed Ron by the collar and started him on his way out of the kitchen. She pointed back to Kim, "those dishes won't wash themselves young lady," and left to escort Ron out of the house.
Kim heard him call back to her, "later KP." She sighed, "Bye Ron."
Touch
Chris stopped by the 'Q', a local teen hangout, for a night of pool after his meeting with Bonnie.
"Come on Chris, quit stalling and shoot already. It's not like you haven't got all the DVDs of that at home." His opponent, Felix, the current owner of the table, had been on a roll and wanted to continue the game ASAP. After all, in his mind, when you came to the 'Q' you came to shoot pool, not watch TV
Chris swatted his hand in the general direction of Felix, but didn't take his eyes off the screen. "Yeah yeah. Just a second, I wanna see this…"
"You have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket."
"Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money."
"Yes… If you make it look like an electrical thing… When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all."
An eyebrow arched slightly as a sudden wave of inspiration crested. "…People won't be sure you've done anything at all…" He repeated, almost silently, as he stepped around the table to line up his next shot. "I'm going to cut the eight ball… near side pocket." His stroke was as smooth as it was crisp. Easy. Effortless. Just like dealing with Tara would be.
Home
Ron took his time walking home. So it was raining cats and dogs… and he didn't have an umbrella… big deal. What Mrs. Possible had told him… It was definitely something he needed to take time to think about.
He arrived home, hanging his jacket on its hook as he kicked off his shoes. "I'm home."
There was no answer.
"That's weird. I wonder wh…" The thought that maybe his mom and dad were off… doing something suddenly flashed through his mind. He shuddered… closing his eyes as he shook his head. "No…no…no…no…"
Sitter
Kim ran through the rules… again. Ticking them off on her fingers as she went. "I'm to be home no later than 4:30. I'm to have Jim and Tim in bed by 8:00. I'm to check in with you every hour on the hour. I'm to have Ron out of the house by 9:45. And, I'm to be in bed by 10:00."
Mrs. Possible nodded her head approvingly. "We're depending on you to take good care of your brothers for us."
Kim glanced over at the clock, it was a few minutes past nine. "I'm going to go up to my room, I still have to finish my Physics homework."
"Don't stay up too late, we're going to be going out to breakfast at 6:45."
Waffle
Ron was lying across his bed, feet hanging over the side, cordless phone in hand. "Sure Tara that sounds great, I'll--"
-BEEP BOOP-
"What's that noise?" Tara asked.
"It's my Ronnunicator. Just a second." Ron sat up and began rummaging around in the drawer of his nightstand. Wondering aloud. "Where'd I put that thing?"
-BEEP BOOP-
From his perch on the desk Rufus pointed toward the dresser. "Over there."
"Oh yeah. Thanks buddy." Ron stood up, stepping over a pile of clothes to pull open the top drawer.
-BEEP BOOP-
"Must be Wade again."
Wrong.
The screen displayed 'Incoming: KP'. Ron clicked the 'talk' button and the text screen faded, replaced by an image of Kim. "Hey KP."
"Hey Ron." Kim sounded happy to see him. "I was wondering…" she paused, noticing the phone held in his other hand. "I can call back later if you're still--"
Ron interrupted her. "No that's okay… just… can you hold on a second?" He didn't wait for an answer from her before bringing the phone back to his ear. "Tara. Yeah, it's Kim… I don't know… yeah…" He smiled. "Okay, I will." He giggled. "I will too… okay… you too… bye-bye." He clicked the phone off and turned his attention back to Kim.
"What up KP?"
Kim hesitated. "I was… My dad said it'd be okay if you… If you wanted to go to breakfast with us?" She asked, adding quite hopefully. "Waffle House."
