DISCLAIMER: Don't own RENT

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Roger and the kids were sitting at the dinner table. Mimi was already asleep and they were eating Chinese. It was Wednesday night and they had the tradition of eating Chinese, according to Maureen. So, they ate Chinese.

"So, anything happen today?" Roger asked the kids.

Thom looked at him. "Well, things happened today. Like I woke up and I brushed my teeth and I got to take a leak in the-"

"No," Roger said quickly, cutting him off. "Let me rephrase that. Anything, interesting happen today?" he asked.

"Oh!" Thom exclaimed. "One of the kids at my school did graffiti in the bathroom and got punished."

Roger cocked an eyebrow.

"And eight year old knows how to work spray paint?"

"Well, actually, he's about fifteen…"

Roger turned to Angel quickly. "Angel! What happened today?" he asked her.

She looked up from her soup. "Uh…I had my Girl Scouts meeting today!" she said excitedly.

Roger smiled. "Really? Was it fun?" he asked her.

"Yeah! We got to work on our Knitting and Hiking Badges today. We also decided on the dinner on Friday night!"

Roger smiled.

"Really? Where you going to dinner? I need to know so I can bring you," he said.

Angel seemed on the edge of her seat. "Well, actually, we don't have to go anywhere! Because I volunteered us!"

Roger dropped his fork and looked at Angel.

"W-what?"

"It's with her Girl Scout troop. They are going to have dinner at one of girl's houses which they will decide on Wednesday and then eat dinner there, then spend the night at their troop leader's loft," Maureen said. "We told her not to volunteer us, since we won't be back till Sunday."

"You what?" he asked again.

"I volunteered us!"

Roger looked at Angel.

"Your mom said we can't do that, you know that right? We can't cook…in case you haven't noticed, we've eaten TV dinners or takeout pretty much every night," Roger told her.

Angel suddenly remembered what her mom said.

"Oh…yeah. Oops."

"Oops? Oops?" he shouted. "Oh my god. Can we change it?" he asked.

"No one else can do it…"

Roger looked at Angel.

"You mean, on Friday night there will be…"

"Um…eight," Angel said.

"Eight 10 year old girls running around this loft?" he asked her. Angel slowly nodded.

"Oh my god Angel! What…what were you thinking?" he asked her. He picked at the noodles oddly. He hated Chinese food. He always thought Chinatown and Chinese food was… . He never liked it, but the kids seemed to love it. Since they were devouring their food.

"I don't know!"

And then, the worst thought of the whole week came to him.

"Oh my god."

"What?" Thom asked him.

"Their moms will be here."