5. Never insult Trudy's cooking, especially her pancakes, in front of the residents of Anubis house. Trudy does not like it when her sweet angels turn into thugs.

"So, I cut up some more fruit, that should-" Trudy stopped in her tracks and stared. There were empty chairs. "Where are the dears from Isis house?"

Eddie casually cut up a pancake. "Gone."

"Gone where?" Trudy asked, setting the fruit bowl on the table with a clunk. "What did you do?"

"Why do you always assume that we did something!" Alfie protested, slumping in his chair.

Trudy raised her eyebrows.

Alfie grinned sheepishly. "Okay. We did something."

"But we were well justified!" Patricia cut in, stabbing an entire pancake and shoving it in her mouth whole. "They insulted your pancakes." She muttered through a mouthful of butter.

"So...where are they?" Trudy asked nervously. She had known that her wards were a bit melodramatic, but really. This surpassed their usual standards.

Everybody froze. In the silence, a muffled shout came from the laundry room.

With a severe look to stay put, Trudy marched off towards the laundry door, unlocked it, and yanked it open to find the Isis house kids trussed up like animals with duct tape fastened securely across their mouths.

Mara waved at her from the corner where she was sharpening a stick. "Hey Trudy!"

A blonde boy managed to get the duct tape off his mouth. "I'm sorry!" He sobbed. "I didn't mean to make a face. Just please don't let them near me!"

10. Any leftover takeout will mysteriously disappear unless you claim it.

Alfie snuck into the living room and stuck his head through the kitchen door. Good. The coast was clear.

Carefully he made his way over to the refrigerator, opening it only a crack, so that the inside light wouldn't turn on and ruin his mission. Slowly, expertly avoiding jostling any troublesome bottles of salad dressing, he managed to get an arm inside. "Ketchup, carrots, salad...spaghetti! Score!" Alfie cheered quietly, grabbing the container, yanking out of the fridge and smiling fondly at it.

"WHO ATE ALL OF THE SPAGHETTI?!"

25. NO MAKING OUT AT THE TABLE!

"It's a lovely day out." Mara commented, desperately trying to break the awkward almost silence.

Fabian nodded. "Yeah."

They looked away, trying to at least enjoy their lunch.

"Okay. Let's just address the elephant in the room." Fabian said finally.

Mara nodded, looking relieved. "That would probably be best."

They both looked hesitantly towards the end of the table, both of them blushing furiously at what they saw.

"Um. Patricia? Eddie? Can you please not make out at the table?"

Turns out it is possible to glare and kiss at the same time.

Aplogies to the incredibly nice FABINALIVES. I read your review again after I wrote rule 25 and I totally forgot to make it a Fabina rule. Don't worry. I have a solution. Anyway, apologies to everyone else for my crappy updating schedule. I just find it really hard to update in the middle of the week.

Landshark.