The call came through when Daria was wrangling a pasta bake into the oven, the voice from her phone on the bench announced
Lily calling. "Crap," she said, since Agatha, in her carrier on Daria's front, was also starting to cry. "Alexa, answer that," she said, closing the oven with her hip. Getting something that could answer phone calls without Daria needing to use her hands had been one of the best decisions in her life. And worst, sometimes, because a, Phoebe and Cassandra both knew how to use it and b, the names Alexa, Agatha and Alastair were a fucking mission to keep straight.
"Hi Lily, I'm just making dinner - crap," she said again, realising that the oven itself wasn't on but the stovetop still was. "You're on speaker but no one else is around."
"I need you to come here," Lily sounded distinctly un-Lily-like, that is, audibly upset. "Right now."
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