Kenneth Stone, after being dropped off by Luke, walked off to his house's porch.

He knocked on his door only to hear a chirpy voice.

Voice: Who is it?

Ken: I'm home!

Loud footsteps were heard moving towards the door.

Then, a few locks were opened, one by one, before a brightly smiling woman opened the door. She was dark skinned and had long, thick hair in braids.

Woman: Kenny!

Name: Frida Stone

Age: 38

Description: Chirpy as a bird

Occupation: Housewife

Fact: Every once in a while, feeds a stray dog.

Frida: You're home!

Ken: Hey, mom!

Frida: Oh, don't you hey me. How've you been? How was the party? And why didn't you tell us about it?

Ken: Oh, well....

Ken took a very short moment to come up with appropriate lies for all of her questions.

Ken: Well, I've been fine. The party was great too. Sorry I didn't tell you about it. It just happened so suddenly.

Frida: Oh... well. Come in. Come in. You must be tired.

She led him into the house, and he took a comfortable break on the couch.

Frida: Oh, I forgot! Honey! Kenny's home!

Ken: Dad's home?

Frida: Uh huh.

A sound could be heard from upstairs.

Eventually, an incredibly muscular dark skinned man came out from the stairs.

Man: Kenny, my boy!

Name: Gordon Stone

Age: 40

Description: Calm and considerate

Occupation: Business man

Fact: He's been on so many business trips he says he could make maps off head.

The man grabbed Ken's head and gave him a hard noogie.

Ken: Hey.

Gordon: Hey now, there's my boy. Haha.

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Ken and him shared a laugh afterwards while Frida returned to the kitchen.

Gordon: How ya doin' son?

Ken: I'm fine.

Gordon: Well I'm glad to hear that. You know, me and your mother were looking for you all night long. You sent us a text saying you'd be here late, but you never said anything about a sleepover.

Ken: Oh.

Ken would usually text his parents about any updates, but in his excitement, he'd forgotten.

Gordon: Me and your mother have been worried sick about you.

It suddenly dawned on Ken that that was also the reason as to why he was home that day. He hadn't even thought of how they were doing up till that point.

Ken: Oh. I... I'm sorry. I forgot.

Gordon: It's all good. Most important thing is that you're safe.

Ken: I'm sorry, mom.

Frida: It's no big deal, hon. I understand.

Frida walked out of the kitchen with two large plates of food. Rice, beef, and beans.

Gordon took a seat on the sofa.

Gordon: Mmm, Mmm, Mmm. My favourite. That stuff smells good.

Frida: Thanks, hon.

Frida turned to Ken.

Frida: Would you like some sweetie?

Ken: Oh no, thanks, I already ate.

Gordon: Really now, breakfast in bed. What kinda party was that?

Frida took a seat on another sofa.

Ken: It was a.... a pretty good one.

Gordon: I see. In any case, that means more for me!

Frida: Oh you...

Gordon quickly took a bite of his food.

Gordon: Mmm, Mmm, Mmm! This stuff tastes good! Just like my wife makes it!

The husband and wife laughed at the joke while Ken looked on, slightly disgusted.

Gordon: Which reminds me, son? How was the party?

Ken: It was fine.

Gordon: The host was Julianne Hunter, right?

Ken: Uhhhh... yeah?

Gordon and Frida excitedly looked at each other.

Gordon: Oh man! Now I really wish you'd invited us too!

Ken: Huh?

Frida: Well, I suppose we should just come out and say it.

The parents nodded at each other.

Gordon: We were huge fans of Julianne Hunter back in our twenties,

Ken: What?!

Frida: (sigh) Her movies were so good.

Gordon: Mmm, hmm. Back then, you'd know it was gonna be a good night if she was starring.

Ken: Oh. I had no idea.

Frida: Remember that one movie we watched right before your first business trip.

Gordon: He he. Night of the Morning Gale. A truly magnificent film. I swear after that me and your mother were inspired to give this business thing a try!

Frida: And give it a try we did. And guess what?

Gordon: It all worked out.

The pair shared a laugh.

Gordon: Oh, you were still a kid at that time. So I guess you don't remember.

Ken: Oh, right.

Ken nervously scratched his head.

Gordon: So, howdya meet her?

Ken: Well, errr... her son goes to our school.

The both of them paused for a moment.

Gordon: Well, I'll be.

Frida: I know, right?

The excitement on both of their faces was clearly visible.

They shared a glance before continuing.

Gordon: Tell us more, son.

Ken: Alright.

Ken proceeded to tell a story, being that her son invited them to his house and that he, with his friends, walked in without expecting anything. That point would explain his shock and surprise at what had happened.

The rest was generic party stuff and then some odd things here and there to spice it up. A light show is what he'd chosen to shake things up a bit, and his parents ate every word up.

Gordon: We... he heellll! That sounded amazing! Now I really wish you'd call us to come along.

Frida: Mmm. hmm. I could'a brought some gifts.

Gordon. Oh, you, always the sweet one.

Frida: Oh, you!

Ken looked again in utter disgust, a look that Gordon noticed.

Gordon: Oh, come on, son. One of these days, you're gonna have a woman of your own. And you'll treat her just like I treat your mother.

Frida: Mmmm, hmm.

Ken looked more disgusted.

Gordon: In fact, it might even be that Tiffany girl I always see you around.

Ken almost wretched.

Gordon: You might've even gone to the party to make a move on her.

Ken: No way!

Frida: Nun, uh hon.

Ken: Huh?

Ken was shocked to see his mother join his side.

Gordon: Hmm?

Frida: Our boy's too smart for her.

Gordon: Oh, come on now. Tiffany's plenty smart.

Frida: Yeah, but our boy is a super genius. He's gonna need a super genius woman.

Gordon: Well, I suppose you're right.

Gordon laughed loudly.