[Living room]
The afternoon was spent in the Cabin, the soft yellow sun dimmed the room, the smell of burned marshmallows lingered on the rug, and the room was filled with the sounds of paintbrushes.
"Faith, why is there a white dude with an Afro teaching us to paint?" Jane quirked her eyebrow, paintbrush held like a dagger.
"His name is Bob Ross and his an art instructor who helps newbies like you, Jane." Faith rolled her eyes, fixing smudges on her lakeside painting.
"Don't underestimate my art skills freckles, I got banned from art classes after painting a medieval torture scene." She boasted.
"...I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that..."
Jane snickered at her reaction, moving the brush around on her canvas, hiding her work until it's a beautiful, traumatic finish.
Bo and Bobbi were focused on the video, listening to his instructions.
"Faith makes this look so easy." Bo ticked, his canvas had stick figures and blobs of green he called "trees".
Bobbi giggled at his first-grade-level painting, "To think all your creativity was put in making wooden structures is sad." She nudged his shoulder, snuggling her head on his shoulder. "Stick to plywood Bo."
"You're one to talk Red, don't you basically draw over sketches?"
"It's for references and when was the last time someone trusted you to attach art to their body huh ?" She grinned, leaning forward to give him a peek at her cleavage.
"You still want to question my artistic prowess ~"
"You're evil."
She chuckled softly, "How predictable you are babe."
"Predictable? You're just exposing how similar you are to Jane." Bo teased.
"Mxm–Me like Jane? Yeah right. Don't compare to Baby Bat. " Bobbi crossed her arms, pouting childishly.
"Oh–What do you mean by that Red?" Jane joined their conversation after Faith blocked her out with her headphones, not letting the Goth ruin her momentum. "Freckles has left me on seen after my little comment about the man with the Afro ~"
Bobbi narrowed her eyes at Jane, "Your comments are never pleasing, they make people want to punch you in the mouth...especially me."
"Bobbi, you really want to hit me after the night we spent together~"
"Jane–"
"I thought I meant something to you."
"Please Jane..."
"Was I just an accessory for your affection for Bo?" Jane clutched her chest in theatrics worthy offering Broadway. "To think I almost baked you cookies." She muttered.
"What are you talking about? You literally can't bake or cook! Bo makes you food for the whole day like some spoiled alley cat. Bobbi barked out.
Bo ignored their back and forward, "If only I could paint like you Bob." He sighed, glancing at Faith's work, a stunning lake surrounded by trees and a pier in the middle with 4 silhouettes watching the sunset. "She's really good...still a show off."
[Kitchen]
7:35 PM
Dinner was a Thanksgiving spread, roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, Ham slices on top of cooked peas and cranberry pie to add sweetness.
"Bo–Bobbi, I love you two more than anything. " Jane confessed as she started salivating, eyes shining with ideas on how her plate would be constructed to satisfy her gluttony.
"Don't even think of taking a piece of the pie Jane, I own half of it." Faith glared at the pale beauty, holding the fork to emphasise her willingness to protect her claim.
"Girls–No blood on the turkey, it took me hours to perfect it," Bobbi warned, eyes fighting fatigue of mustering up a feast made for hungry gremlins. "You did well sous chef~"
"Thanks chef, I enjoyed every moment of your mental breakdown over the ham seasoning. "Bo teased.
"Shut up and eat."
"Yes, chef."
They said grace before indulging in the feast, but Bobbi tried to scold Faith and Jane's table manners but gave up after her own hunger kicked in. Dinner continued with mouthful discussions and wine being sipped like juice another day of spent well with the chaos gremlins.