"Welcome home, Cobalt!"
I looked towards the kitchen to see Mom washing dishes.
"You want me to help with that?" I offered. She shook her head.
"Not necessary, but thank you," she said, smiling brightly. "I made cookies."
"Great!" I replied, grinning as I went over to the counter where a bowl of cookies sat.
We stayed like that for a few moments, me munching on a cookie while Mom washed dishes.
Mom is a really accepting person. She wasn't angry when I came home one day covered in filth and mud, she smiled when Dad revealed to her that he's bisexual and has a crush on his best friend, and when a robber broke into our house, she brought him into the dining room and spoke to him by herself. I don't know what happened, but when they left the room the robber was crying over her shoulder and left the house an honest man.
I'm serious. I still talk to him every day.
Hey, Uncle Bert's an awesome baker. Don't judge me.
"Did anything interesting happen today?" she asked, putting a plate on the rack.
"Eh, nothing much." Except for Coral Cleventine confronting me by the swings, but she didn't need to know that.
"Oh, really?" she hummed, checking a cup for leftover stains. "I don't think so..."
"How are you so sure?"
"Mom, that's what you always say," I groaned, exasperated.
"Well, you're not getting any other answer to that," she grinned. "So, what happened?"
I hummed for a bit, chewing my cookie. "Coral Cleventine confronted me by the swings."
"Hmmm?" she looked at me, interested. "Why'd she do that?"
Mom knows about Coral Cleventine. I told her about the incident involving her, the tall, buff man and the broken wrist the day it happened.
"Eh," I shrugged. "Just wanted to ask something."
"If you say so..." she trailed off, smiling. "So, you're friends with her now?"
I spit my cookie.
"So, that's a no?" she pouted. "And I was so sure..."
"Well, I wouldn't say 'friends'," I stated, furrowing my eyebrows. Oh man, where does Mom get these assumptions? "Just... Acquaintances, or something? I dunno, we just started talking today."
Mom smiled. Oh. It was a freakishly knowing smile, as though she knows exactly what this will lead to. And when she smiles like that, whatever it is she thinks will happen, it always happens.
"Whatever you say..." she trailed off.
And I swear, she smirked.