"Can you get that, Nami?" Donna calls down the hall, the respective Sheppard-Liddell matriarchs facing a 'sleep? what is this alien word?' crisis in the nursery.
"Iiiit is kind of freaky late, should I, um...grab something?"
"It's probably just the boys."
"Oh! Oh yeah. Did they forget their keys again?"
"Probably. Sometime this century, babe?"
"I'm going! Jesus." Nami rolls her eyes, because she has perfected the art of Being A Teenage Girl, apparently, and goes to answer the door.
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