[Mindy’s in a kitchen (not hers), wrapping tin foil around a sandwich and dropping bottles of water in her backpack. Next to that, she stuffs in some library books. She seems pleased with what she has so far but it’s obvious by the way she’s looking around, something is missing.
Cabinets are opened and closed and containers are checked in. At one point, the refrigerator is open and she sighs, frowning at a bag of baby carrots she’s pulled out.]
No. That’s not....[More searching and more frowning and a few swears before, finally;]
Mom? Hey, mom! Where are the potato chips?
[From the look on her face, this is serious business.]
[Pepper comes into the kitchen with Mindy’s jacket, which she drapes around the chair by her backpack.]
In the pantry, but you’re not putting them in your lunch, young lady. Not unless you also pack a fruit.
Oh, come-- [Nope. She’s not arguing. She’s not about to argue. Not with her mother. Instead, she opts for one of the golden delicious apples on the counter, washing it and drying it and setting it in her backpack. It wasn’t a very big apple but mom didn’t specify.] I gotta go. I’m gonna be late.
[Before she can run out the door, Pepper kneels down and straightens Mindy’s backpack straps.] You be good, okay? Call me if there’s any trouble. [Not that there would be, Mindy’s a very responsible girl who can take care of herself, but it’s a mother’s job to worry.]
[Mindy smirks, sounding a bit smug for a moment.]
When am I ever not good?
[...wait.] Don’t answer that.
[And Mom gets a hug before hurrying out the door.]
[ooc: d’oh! they’ve been family day’d. mindy is purple, pepper is orange.]