"Thanks."
{he rings the doorbell and his mother opens}
Riels Mother: "cariño mío are you ok? Did they beat you up AGAIN? I'm telling you. You should stop going. I can get the things for you."
Riel: "Mom. I'm fine. Really."
Mother: "and who's this?'
{she comes out and inspects you}
Riel: "She helped me."
Mother: "What? Come in come in. Please don't mind the mess."
{she pushes you in and the house is clean as a new marble floor with not a spec of dust anywhere or any random object lying around. Riel comes in and puts the stuf on the floor next to the door then takes his shoes off and puts them in the shoe cupboard}
"Jeez. Mom. How many times must I tell you there's no mess."
"Why of course there is. The fridge is all messed up and the kitchen counter has pans on it" (berfectly placed in an oddly satisfying way)
