<div style="text-align: center"><b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>
Mid-June, 2022<br/>
Mid Afternoon, Manor Kitchen<br/>
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Present: Iris, others may be in earshot<br/>
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</div>Iris had pulled her car around the back, closer to the back door near the kitchen. It was odd how quickly the security ritual came back to him: the gate code, the door panel, everything was like he had never left. Only he<i>had</i>left, and apparently so had most of the others.<br/><br/>The time spent with Iris had filled him in on many of the things he had not known. It was certainly eye-opening.<br/><br/>As he opened the door, a ton of grocery bags woven through his fingers like balloons, he called out, "Honey! We're home!" But the kitchen was empty save for a simmering pot of gumbo and some barely touched boxes of pizza.<br/><br/>"That's weird," he said, glancing at Iris. "I figured Chris would have wolfed down half of this by now." He set the groceries on the floor, releasing his power over them as he prepared to go back for the boxes of bottled wine and booze they had bought, along with the steaks, eggs, vegetables, and all the things Terry had put on the list, and more. He made sure to have gummy bears, cheese puffs (they didn't have the ones he wanted, only some organic crap but he got it anyway), gluten free cupcakes, gluten-hearty red velvet cupcakes, and other things that caught Iris and his eye.<br/><br/>After all, they had Terry's credit card. They needed food. It was a win-win situation.<br/><br/>Kenji left to load up his arms with two boxes full of booze and used his power again, making what would have taken a 'Chris' to carry as light as two big pillows. "You'd think there would be someone here to help unload the groceries," he complained to Iris. "I wonder if they're getting another dossier reading."