Hello, my poor neglected readers. I apologize. There's homework, and a lot of other stuff. I'm sorry to say I spent one day skipping through San Francisco eating sushi.

Disclaimers:

I do not, obviously, own the Sisters Grimm.

I do not own Bush's baked beans.

I do not own Youtube.

I do not own Facebook.

"Grimm!" yelled Puck as soon as he crossed the threshold. "I got a D- on my paper!"

"What, the popcorn one?"

"Yes, the popcorn one!"

"I think that you deserve it."

"Grimm- argh...You know how much I want to wrench your skinny neck sometimes?"

"M-hm," said Sabrina, looking for some normal food in the kitchen. She was reaching for a box of cereal when she got beaned on the head with a can of Bush's baked beans.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Doing my homework."

"I do your homework," Sabrina said slowly, "and get bonked on the head for it?"

"Yeah."

Sabrina threw her box of cereal at him, and therefore started a food fight.

Round 1:

Sabrina's injuries: one carton of milk dumped on head, a corn rebounded off her foot

Puck's injuries: six pieces of tuna impacted in various places, four cookies to the stomach, a bowl of dog kibble, also to the stomach.

Score: 11-2, in Sabrina's favor.

Round 2:

Sabrina's injuries: banana made contact on left arm, slipped on spilled jellybeans.

Puck's injuries: grapes on the back of his head, jellybean jar to right knee, package of four cup noodles to wing

Score: 14-4, still in Sabrina's favor.

Round 3:

Sabrina's injuries: ice cream above left eyebrow, forced to eat leftover cilantro and jello–stuffed pig's hoof

Puck's injuries: orange juice emptied over pants, wheel of cheese hit on left foot, bruise on hip from frozen cherry jubilee, a potato taken in the crotch

Score: 19-6 (Sabrina felt that the potato counted as two.)

Puck was writhing in agony on the floor and Sabrina was laughing her milk-soaked head off when Daphne jogged down the stairs holding Bob the laptop.

"Sabrina! I found something really fun-"she cut herself off as she surveyed the damage. Daphne gingerly set the laptop down on a miraculously dry part of the kitchen table, then turned to her sister and adopted brother.

"What happened?"

"Sabrina completely failed at my essay-"

"Because fairy boy can't write one-"

"And she typed it all wrong-"

"Because you wrote it all wrong-"

"And then I got a D-"

"Which you obviously deserved-"

"That's not true!" Puck said indignantly.

"Then he got mad-"

"So I threw a can of-"

"Bush's baked beans-"

"At her, so she threw some fishy thing-"

"Tuna."

"Some tuna at me, and started-"

"A food fight." Sabrina finished.

Daphne stared at them with a critical eye for a moment, then said, "You guys are acting like you're 5 or something."

"No, Puck is acting 2."

Puck harrumphed, "For your information, Marshmallow, I happen to be over 4,000 years old."

"We all know that more than well enough," Uncle Jake said as he walked in from wherever he had been. He paused a moment to take in the mess. "Why are my Crispy Cornflakes on the ground?"

Sabrina glanced briefly at the box. "Oh, that's where it went after it hit Puck."

Jake raised an eyebrow at Daphne. "Care to explain?"

"They had a food fight..."

"Oh really? Seriously, why don't you guys start acting you age instead of you shoe size?" Jake asked.

Puck took off his shoe and looked at it. "This is a size eight, and I've been told I was acting like I were 2. Nope, not acting my shoe size." He grinned and put his sneaker back on.

"I refuse to talk to you." Jake went over to a cupboard and got out a bowl and walked over to the still-dripping Sabrina. "Have you washed your hair in the last 24 hours?"

"Yeah. This morning, actually." Sabrina responded.

"Okay then." Jake squeezed some milk from her hair into his bowl. Then he got a broom and swept the majority of the cornflakes into his bowl. He got a spoon and wandered into the living room.

(Silence)

"Did I just see what I thought I saw?" Sabrina asked.

"And I thought you were the only crazy one," Puck said, shaking his head sadly. "Turns out, it runs in the family."

"Well, are you guys ready to see this or not?" Daphne asked impatiently, tugging on their arms.

As it turned out, it was a video on Youtube. Something about bananas and telephones.

When Sabrina scrolled down the page something caught her eye:

[f] Share

Facebook. She was 13, wasn't she?

Sabrina Grimm was getting a Facebook.

For those of you who don't know what "to get beaned" means, it means to get hit.