Cheryl and Pam's House, Some Time on Sunday

[holyshitsnacks]

Pam wasn't sure what time it was when she pried her eyelids open. Someone was being loud at her. In words. It sounded a lot like breaaaaaaaakfast, breeeeeeeeeeakfast, make me breakfast!

"Ah, shit," she grumbled. "It's still here."

How long was this acid trip going to last?

(for the co-parent and the wee one. massive SP in effect what what)

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[notmysupervisor]

"Usually the hallucinations go away by now," Cheryl observed casually, tilting her head from where she was neatly seated in a chair.

She'd been up and sober for a couple minutes now. Proooobably going to need to do something about that soon.

[lilpooveys]

"I'm a real girl," Esmerelda announced proudly. "And I want food. I found some in the kitchen but it's all gone now. Pleeeeeeeeeeease."

[holyshitsnacks]

"Great, the hallucination ate all our food," Pam grumbled. "This is the worst trip ever."

[notmysupervisor]

"Pam, you should make us food," Cheryl decided. "Like, you're clearly the mom here."

Like, clearly.

Cheryl had apparently decided to just go with it.