Zero and Peter's Apartment, Sunday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero returned from her trip home for Thanksgiving triumphantly carrying a cooler that had been searched by the TSA earlier in the day and found to contain only leftovers. "Hey, guys!" she called out as she kicked the door shut, assuming someone was somewhere in the apartment. If not, well, then the neighbors would know. "Great news! We're not

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[peter__parker]

"Hooray!" Peter called out from the bedroom. He'd been putting his stuff away after getting home from New York a couple hours ago. He stopped and walked out to the living room. "How was the trip?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero dragged the cooler over to the fridge and started putting things away. "Swerval! Dad cooking, grandmas cooking. There's a giant container of turkey fried rice in here. I probably weigh ten pounds more than I did when I left, an' I've got a camera full of pictures of the twins. Twitch has done something ungodly to his hair. How was New York?"

[peter__parker]

"It was good," Peter said. "Aunt May was happy to see me, we got together with friends and family, I only had to take down one low-level supervillain. All in all, it was a good weekend away. But I'm glad I'm back now."

[swerval_zero]

Zero pouted at him. "Flange doesn' have supervillains. You have all the fun. Did you just get back in?"