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Even though the twins were now 16, and pretty capable of being alone in the house for a few hours together, or venturing into the town, it didn't make it any easier for Pearl to have to leave them when work demanded her to. Usually, Sundays were her only day of the week off, and it had become a habit for her and the twins to cook Sunday dinner together and bake a few cakes. It was a tradition they'd done for a few years, no matter what city they'd moved to-- but a vicious murder in the centre of Toronto apparently required her expertise. It was hardly something she could say no to, so it did mean having to abandon the usual plans and head on out, leaving both the twins as a result.
"Now, you'll both be fine, won't you? I shouldn't be too long, a few hours, perhaps a little more-- I want you to go down to McDonald's and buy yourselves dinner, alright? It... It won't be the same, I know that, but I don't want you boys going hungry, so you go and buy yourselves something nice. Get some ice cream too and a milkshake or two, make it a real treat," she babbled, frantically walking in and out of the kitchen and living room to find her coat, then her car keys, and then whatever else currently missing from her handbag. Even in the midst of the panic and the rush, and despite only having had five minutes to get herself ready for work, she still managed to hold herself together and look both composed and polished. Eventually finding her ID and scan card, she threw it over her neck and took a moment to stand in the doorway of the living room, observing the boys with a frown. "Oh come on, Gabe, it's not my fault I have to go to work. I'll leave the money right here, and you two can go and have a nice hour together in McDonald's, you can get that burger you like--"
"It's not the same! I... I want to cook up the chicken and potatoes a-and then bake those cupcakes," began Gabriel, who, up until five minutes ago, had been his usual cheery self. He'd been sat on the couch with the cartoons on in the background, playing at some game on his laptop... until his mother was apparently called into work. Rather than being able to understand it, he'd instantly pouted and believed she had some choice in the matter. "Tell her, Cain! I... I don't want to go out, it'll suck and it's not how we do Sundays! I-It's too much change, I don't like that."
"...Look after your brother, will you, Cain? I won't be too long." Pearl sighed, knowing better than to get into a discussion with Gabriel. Leaning over to kiss them both on the forehead, despite Gabe's childish protest, she adjusted her light scarf with a smile. "And if you get hungry, I... just lock yourselves in the house. There's some liver in the fridge I was going to cook up tomorrow, but you could have that if you get too desperate, hm?"