If my mom was here, she'd be getting really mad about my sleeves, so. ( another sheepish smile; he should know better already, but really. sometimes.. you just gotta, mondo. you gotta use you sleeves. his poor sleeve will never recover from all the grease now--at least lois isn't here to judge him for it.

he'd actually like it a lot better if she were, but. finishing this food before he starts sulking again is probably a lot better than breaking into the sulking now. so he goes back to his plate instead, stuffs a decent amount of bread into his mouth and takes his time to finish it off. ) Arisato? --do you think you could pull a dirt bike out of the closet?