"If Mom cooks," Cass pointed out, as Summer definitely disappeared into the kitchen because coffee was necessary at this point, "it'll probably be gross."
"But it's usually fine if you cook, Dad," Bixby offered encouragingly.
"Or we could get...." Cass hummed thoughtfully, trying to figure out what did sound good for breakfast. "Sushi!"
"Or tacos!"
"Ooh! Moooo~oooom!" Cass leaned back on the couch and arched back to make sure her voice followed her. "Does this dimension have ice cream with fliiiiiies?"
There was a pause, and then, "No, just frozen yogurt with bees!"
Which, of course, inspired a chorus of "Yuck!" "Grooooosss!" "Disgusting!" But they were laughing and Bixby concluded it with, "Frozen yogurt is the worst!"
Bees, apparently, though, were fine...or maybe that was the joke.
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"But it's usually fine if you cook, Dad," Bixby offered encouragingly.
"Or we could get...." Cass hummed thoughtfully, trying to figure out what did sound good for breakfast. "Sushi!"
"Or tacos!"
"Ooh! Moooo~oooom!" Cass leaned back on the couch and arched back to make sure her voice followed her. "Does this dimension have ice cream with fliiiiiies?"
There was a pause, and then, "No, just frozen yogurt with bees!"
Which, of course, inspired a chorus of "Yuck!" "Grooooosss!" "Disgusting!" But they were laughing and Bixby concluded it with, "Frozen yogurt is the worst!"
Bees, apparently, though, were fine...or maybe that was the joke.