Dumping the dough took a lot less effort than either had originally feared, easing calmly past pedestrians with the same neutral poker faces they normally wore as they walked casually to the nearest sewer entrance. There, it was unguarded and Drayel took it in while telling Jack to keep guard ...

"Alright, we'll do that." Drayel agreed, bowing his head in thanks as he promptly knocked Jackal's head with his fist. "You too boy, apologize and say thanks!"

"Thanks Tal. I won't let you down." Jackal said bowing his head as well.

"Alright, now lets get this dough out of here then. I'd hate to ...

"I'm alright." Drayel assured her as he sat up , grimacing at he examined the dough from down on the floor. Nearby Jackal stared at his feet, clearly looking scolded. Noticing his boy Drayel sighed before waving him over and patting the ground beside him, showing he wasn't angry at him but wasn't ...

Drayel grunted in alarm as he grabbed at Talia's waist, gripping her firmly to his hip in an attempt to keep her from slipping on the oil again. What he got instead however was his own sliding mess as he now struggled to stay upright, his arm tightening in subconcious alarm.

"D-dammit!" He cursed ...

Jackal all but flew to the cupboard, grabbed the oil and came charging back. In his panic he didn't really think, just dumped goo on their arms and mentally tried to figure out how to save his Father and his friend from his own screw up. He just wanted to sell the stupid thing! Earn a couple dollars ...

"Stuck?" Drayel frowned as he gave her a sharp look before narrowing his eyes at the dough. "Can you at least get your-no. Wait. I'll try and get you out first. Hold on and try not to pull to much. Jackal, give me some of that flour. Oi! Don't give me that look, we've got a bigger mess to deal with ...

"You didn't." Drayel turned as stared intently at the oddly raised dough. He cursed as he stomped to the dough, raised a hand then paused and glanced sheepishly at Talia. "I'm sorry about this but... do you mind if I...?"

"Aw just stick your hand in it already. She was going to give the dough to me ...

"There is no harm on you, Mrs. Idris." Drayel assured her with a slight chuckle. "I didn't think you knew. However, young man you are getting an ass kicking. This isn't the first time you snuck away nor I doubt it would be the last."

"...So how'd you find me?" Jackal asked sheepishly.

"A merchant ...

"Good afternoon Mrs. Idris." Drayel greeted her with a polite nod of the head. He smiled warmly at her, showing he was perfectly happy with her despite his rather irritated glare at Jackal. "Yet, I'm afraid that son of mine is going to get a thrashing. I told you to stop hiding from school! I don't ...

Jackal was sweeping easily, lips curled up in a smug grin as the broom glided across the floor. This plan was well thought out, well executed and generally was ending well too. That is, until Karma caught up with him. A heavy knock hit the back of the door, firm and authoritive with each passing rap ...

"I'll eat with you and bring some leftovers or somethin' or his midnight patrol." Jackal answered with a grin. "Wouldn't want him to lose that puggy belly he's gonna grow. You'll see, I'll make him big and heavy so he doesn't look so glum."

Jackal laughed as he beamed up at her, teeth flashing like ...

"Yeah, that might be good." Jackal said with a nod of approval. "With my crap gardenin' and Drayel's busy schedule we wouldn't be able to grow them at all. I mean, I could if I wanted to but I'm pretty busy as it is you know. If you'd like to ya can go ahead and keep planting."

Jackal beamed up at ...

"Pretty good." Jackal grunted taking a drink from his milk. "The farm's gotta have a ton of work done to it but it's a lot better than when we started. At least it doesn't look like a graveyard or somethin' anymore. I mean, I thought it looked like one of those haunted houses you hear about from ...

Talia wasn't kidding when she said the dough got sticky. Jackal stared in clear frowning glower at the dough that had clamored its way up his arm. He was about to voice his complaints to her when he noticed with a hint of jealousy that she seemed almost void of said issue.

"I put flour on!" he ...

"Awright!" Jackal whooped as he immediately dashed towards the counter. He glanced up at her and waited for the first instruction. Before looking at the bowl in front of him. Slowly he copied her, using the tools she did and trying to keep up. Of course, the flour was tricky. It poofed just as she ...