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Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen. 

Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.

His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.