Apt. 7, night.

“Do you want to turn a light on?”

“No.” Aden smiles. “This is why they call it stabbing in the dark, silly.”

Gem makes a face. “Don’t cut yourself.”

Aden mumbles a vague intention not to, but mostly doesn’t understand why atomic fireballs don’t chop more easily. (Her intention is to chop/powderize them, then combine the bits with honey... to see what happens.)

Obviously the project fails, and Gem and Aden devote the remainder of their evening to snuggling and sipping tea while witnessing the majestic, godless gore of Gladiator, starring Russell Crowe.

Also, Apartment 7 will be eating Craisins forever.