It took a few minutes, but Scott's mother blustered down the stairs and into the basement. "Scott, honestly," she sighed. "Why are you screaming at me?"
"Can you get us some pizza, thankssss," Scott waved at her, not even bothering to look up. "Something meaty."
"Oh my god, are those my Lulu Lemons?!" the woman gasped, looking at the crumpled, very expensive leggings, which were in a pile on the floor.