Todd is standing at the oven, pulling shake and bake out. Neil walks through the door, cold, looks up with a hint of curiosity, stomps his boots on the mat to clean the snow off of them. It’s dark outside, you can tell it’s well past normal supper hour.
Todd: What’s up? I made pork.
Neil: Ooo. Thanks.
Todd: Mom decided not to make supper tonight. So her and dad aren’t eating anything. I wish they’d tell me when I have to make my own supper, I would’ve started a long time ago.
Neil: What are you making with it? You’re not just having shake n’ bake are you? Shouldn’t you have, like, a salad or something…
Todd: No. I hate salad.
Neil: Well you’ve gotta have something, and all Mom’s has in the fridge is salad.
Todd: Open your eyes…
Neil: Oh. Sweet.
Todd: Mmmm, What’s going on tonight? Want to rent a movie or something?
Neil: Um, I’m going out tonight.
Todd: What are you doing? Playing hockey?
Neil: No, I’m just going out.
Todd: What are you doing?
Neil: Nothing, it doesn’t matter.
Todd: Well if you’re not doing anything then why can’t you tell me about it?
Neil: Whatever.
Todd: Ridiculous. Why’s everything such a secret.
Neil: It’s just none of your business.
Todd: Well take your plate, supper’s ready.
