"Where'd you disappear to at this ungodly hour?" Grandpa Starveil barked the moment Angelina slipped through the doorway, his eyes barely leaving the television.
"What do you think I was doing? Working, obviously." The retort came not from Angelina but from Mike, who'd been engaged in a fierce battle for the remote control. "Not all of us get paid to lounge around watching TV dramas like some retired old fool."
"Listen here, you old coot! If you're so dedicated, why aren't you mopping floors instead of stealing my programs?" Starveil fired back, his wrinkled face flushing with indignation.
"Cleanin' this place is yer job, not mine. Why would I lift a finger?" With a victorious grin, Mike wrestled away the remote and flipped to his preferred channel with a dramatic flourish.
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