Tom had been cleaning the kitchen. Not every Sully was a tidy one and while occasionally messy - especially when it came to paperwork in the lab - he prefered the kitchen clean. Besides, with Izzy's belly being the size it was, he wanted to help out.
He had gotten carried away a little bit. Dishes, science - there wasn't much difference: he could get absorbed in a task no matter what. Which meant that Tommy was late to the meeting, as so often. Armed with a plate of fruits as an apology, he entered the swimming pool area.
"Hey ya," he said and pushed the door shut behind him. "How are you, Cris? How's our daughter?"