[So hearing someone banging around in the kitchen in this house is a LITTLE unusual, at least now that France is gone. Heather won't lie and claim that she hadn't looked up from her spot on the patio outside and cocked an ear at the sounds of attempted baking going on, but she was trying to clip Cujo's nails and that's kind of a job that requires concentration.]
[Concentration that is broken when the fire alarm goes off.]
--What the FUCK?
[Barking his head off, the Growlithe wriggles free from his trainer's lap and goes galloping inside, skidding into the kitchen excitedly. Heather follows closely behind, less excited and more alarmed.]
[ACTION]
[Concentration that is broken when the fire alarm goes off.]
--What the FUCK?
[Barking his head off, the Growlithe wriggles free from his trainer's lap and goes galloping inside, skidding into the kitchen excitedly. Heather follows closely behind, less excited and more alarmed.]
... What the hell HAPPENED in here?!