Jules glances at her appearance in the bathroom mirror as she washes her hands, nose wrinkling at the smear of flour on her cheek as she tries to scrape the dough from the corners of her fingernails. Making pizza bases from scratch had seemed like a really good idea but the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it and turns out, the Riggins boys don't actually have much in the way of pizza toppings... or well, food in general.
When she hears the door open, Julie makes a hasty attempt to wipe the white powder from her cheek, missing completely as she peels out of the bathroom to make sure the elder Riggins actually managed to get everything on the list she'd made him.
“Hey Billy – Did you remember to pick up the chee-”
Oh. Not Billy. Tim. Tim with no pants.
“Uh - “ Fighting a grin that doesn't know whether it's going to be embarrassed or amused as she forces herself to look away a moment. “-Sorry... I thought.”
“We're making Pizza?” Julie Taylor. Domesticating the Riggins one day at a time.
Finally!
When she hears the door open, Julie makes a hasty attempt to wipe the white powder from her cheek, missing completely as she peels out of the bathroom to make sure the elder Riggins actually managed to get everything on the list she'd made him.
“Hey Billy – Did you remember to pick up the chee-”
Oh.
Not Billy.
Tim.
Tim with no pants.
“Uh - “ Fighting a grin that doesn't know whether it's going to be embarrassed or amused as she forces herself to look away a moment. “-Sorry... I thought.”
“We're making Pizza?” Julie Taylor. Domesticating the Riggins one day at a time.