Who: Edwin & Oliver When: after 10 Where: Billiard Room
Edwin had spent most of the previous day in the billiard room, cleaning up fire damage and smoke and getting that black smoke residue off the ceiling. He'd even had Pam sitting up on his shoulders to scrub the damn spot for a while, and though he had been assured, even by Pam, that it was clean enough, he still felt like there was more that he could do. It could still be cleaner, and he still could have done more. But he'd retired for the night after a few failed attempts at standing up on a stool to get it, and he promised himself that he'd get it done first thing in the morning.
Then, first thing in the morning, the spot on the ceiling was completely clean, like it had never been there. And the couch had been replaced. So that was weird.
He did the appropriate thing with this information, and went back upstairs and back to bed.
He returned downstairs a few hours later, a little less annoyed with how things had turned out. Still wanting to keep clean, he'd only made himself a bowl of rice krispies for breakfast, so he wouldn't have too many dishes, and he'd returned to the billiards room to eat them. Again he studied the room, and he wondered how long it had taken Them to clean the things that the rest of them had been unable to. He knew that what they'd done wasn't pointless, given their challenge, but he still wondered why They bothered, if They were so much better at cleaning.
He also wondered at what point he would wake up in his own bed. He hadn't been there all that long, but he was still worried about what his family must have thought. He wouldn't mind so much, if he just knew that his family wasn't worried sick.
With a sigh, he took a seat in once of the comfy chairs and munched on the rice krispies some more. Maybe he'd go into town later and see about getting new clothes. His options of wearing Oliver's shirt or no shirt at all weren't as fun as previously assumed.