~In the kitchen~
It was Dexter's day off.
"Well, good to be me" Dexter was saying merrily as he shuffled toward the kitchen. He stopped at the entry and looked around. His family didn't have a kitchen pantry... did they? He always remembered eating from the freezer, and especially from the microwave. He pondered this with his finger to his chin.
"What are we having for breakfast?" Dexter asked mom.
"Wuh?" Deedee said irrelevantly. She wasn't the one making breakfast so it just seemed pointless for her to ask why, and besides, what was so confusing about Dexter's question?
"Oh your favorite, french toast with powdered sugar" Mom answered. That made Dexter grin just like he did whenever he was happiest. He sure loved french toast. It was Deedee's second favorite, with her first being pancakes. "Mmm" Deedee thought, just imagining pancakes for breakfast instead of french toast.
"And when are you going to learn to make breakfast for yourself, Dexter?" was Mom's question.
"Oh mom" Dexter rolled his eyes. He knew how to make the most complicated mixtures imaginable in his lab and of course he could cook too. Cooking was just chemistry. Duh! That was why this question, too, was irrelevant.
"Dexter!" Deedee said with a very high pitch. "Want me to make you french toast?"
Dexter blushed slightly and said "Why no, I don't. Not at all. Mom already offered. And besides, Dad is too busy, and you're too busy waiting to eat it" he said a little confusedly. "And I'm too busy not to cook it." He blinked.
Deedee looked at Dexter seriously.
"Oh really. You sure you're alright...? And what about your experiments?"
"What about them?"
"Has any of them... you know... made you closer to Susan? At all?" was Deedee's question.
Dexter almost fell off his chair. "Well, I mean, I d-don't..." and he couldn't finish because he was served a delicious plate of french toast.
"No syrup today, either?" Dexter's father asked as he walked into the room with a slim book under his arm. It was an ironic question. Dexter's close family never ate syrup, for some reason.
"Not with this powdered sugar" Deedee said happily, like she was glad to be able to make the comment. She was full today so instead of actually eating the french toast she just took some of the sugar off the top with her spoon and gulped it down. "Mmm!"
"So since you're not gonna eat that sis, I think I'll help myself." And Dexter pulled Deedee's plate over and ate the french toast his sister didn't have a hankering for. "I wouldn't eat this, but all you did was take the sugar off the top."
"Guess that counts" Deedee said, almost rolling her eyes but not quite. Fourteen minutes later, they were done brushing their teeth and, especially in Deedee's case, dressing up in front of the long mirror and looking prim. They were both at the front door, just about to walk out.
"Ready for today's test?" Deedee asked, looking back at Dexter with, well, concern on her face.
"No" Dexter answered flatly.
He shuffled off to the bus stop with the classy sound effect that played whenever he was walking.
The end