#floydotis

Chrissy sighed and knocked on the door to her idiot of a cousin's house. He was home alone, his parent's out with Chrissy's father. It was something they did now and again, since her father was Floyd's uncle anyway and he liked seeing his sister now and again. If they didn't make time for it it never happened. Sometimes they took 'the kids' (despite Chrissy's insistence that she wasn't a kid anymore.) but this time they hadn't. And Chrissy had been left alone when her father texted her a request. She'd argued but he had won leaving Chrissy to head over Floyd's with a dish full of spaghetti and she also had garlic bread, still warm since it wasn't far from the DiCamillo household to the Otis household. When Floyd eventually opened the door she nodded down to her meal in her hands. "Ehi idiota, mio papà ha detto che avrei dovuto portare la cena, perché se si tenta di cucinare ti brucia giù la casa." And she was hungry so he better let her in without trouble. "And auntie said I should eat it here and keep you company. For whatever reason." She wasn't really all that upset about it. Despite him being annoying, he was family after all. And the house really didn't deserve to be burnt down.