A/N: Not too keen on this one, but hey. It works.
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Jadedly, Phineas sulked next to Ferb. The sun gleamed through the leaves of the backyard's tree, acting as quite a contrast to his palpable disappointment.
"Ferb, she's still not home! This has to be the third extra day she's stayed at the Fireside Girls convention. It's great that she's enjoying herself, but still…"
Both absorbed the engulfing silence, Ferb perusing his novel and Phineas twiddling his thumbs. Moments passed.
"Perhaps Isabella has always been home," Ferb contravened. "You simply need to open the front door, and you'll see her."
The quiet that Phineas found to be … placid, almost, returned itself to his grasp. Ferb's double entendres had always been comprehensible, such a word being ambiguous to the neighborhood children. Hence, it was surprising when this one left Phineas' thoughts disarrayed.
Had he misunderstood it – or had he refused to accept it?