"Mom, I'm going out biking, Don't make dinner for me. I'll eat at Captain Hawkins'," said Mikaela, strapping on her helmet and knee guards.
"Oh no you are not," said Annette, snatching up the keys to the bicycle lock, to stop Mikaela.
"And why not? I finished my homework, and my chores," pointed out Mikaela.
"Well, you can get your butt back here and eat the dinner I make," said Annette.
"And what are you cooking for dinner? Microwaved vegan pasta correct? I'm not eating that crap," said Mikaela.
"You will shut up and eat what I give you, or you can starve. No more abusing Captain Hawkins' hospitality," growled Annette.
"Then how about you make something that doesn't taste like flavored plastic?" asked Mikaela.
"Because it's too much work! And I'm a busy woman, unlike Captain Hawkins who has unlimited leisure time now that he's retired!" snapped Annette.
Mikaela folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"You're busy? Doing what?" she asked.
