Chapter Seven: A Sleepover, Sort Of
“Talk about sudden arrangements.” Cedric scratched at his head, seeming a little overwhelmed.
“Spork isn’t very polite, I’m sorry.” I commented. “I’d have given you 5-7 business days of notice.”
I had learned that from TV and the internet.
Me and Cedric had been working on getting the house prepared to home a few more aliens the following day. It had been going fairly well. Honestly I wasn’t sure just what arrangements really needed to be made. Spork would make itself at home and move what it pleased. Hearts I couldn’t imagine was too picky and Tentacles simply didn’t matter.
We had moved some boxes from one room to another. Cedric had actually. I had decided to supervise the endeavor because it was boring and a lot of work.