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Chapter XX - Altered

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Chapter XX - Altered

[Phil's Family Home, Lancashire, 10:04 am, T 20/12/16]

DAN: (lying in bed together, limbs tangled) "I don't want to get up."

PHIL: "We have to. We've woken up at 12 for the past four days and I think my mum's getting annoyed."

DAN: "But I don't wanna. They don't have good cereal, and breakfast is the only reason I ever wake up."

PHIL: "How about we go shopping today? I need to get them all Christmas presents anyway."

DAN: (grumbles) "Fine. But what will we eat today?"

PHIL: "We could make something? I'm craving pancakes."

DAN: (jumping out of bed, visibly excited) "I have the perfect recipe."

PHIL: (laughs to himself, following) "Wait for me."

DAN: (fondly) "Come on, you slowpoke."

[Phil's Family Home, Lancashire, 10:16 am, T 20/12/16]

KATH: "Morning, boys."

DAN: (cheerily) "Morning."

PHIL: "Morning, mum. Morning, dad."

LEWIS: "What's got you two up so early? You usually wake up after noon."

KATH: "Don't discourage them. I'm glad you're finally listening to me."

PHIL: (laughs) "Dan wanted to make pancakes."

DAN: "You suggested it." (turns to kath and lewis) "Can we please?"

LEWIS: "I wouldn't mind an extra breakfast."

KATH: "You need to watch your sugar."

LEWIS: "Oh, let me be."

KATH: (rolls her eyes, smiling) "Fine, kitchen's all yours. I'm going to go take a bath so if you burn the house down, I'll be safe."

LEWIS: (laughs as she leaves before turning back to dan and phil) "You done this before, Dan?"

DAN: "Yeah, why?"

LEWIS: "Well, I suggest you don't let Phil do too much. Cut off the tip of his tongue and melted a baking tray last Christmas."

PHIL: "Hey! I've gotten better. Luke lets me do stuff sometimes and our apartment is still standing."

LEWIS: "We'll see about that. I'm going to watch TV so I can give you two some space. I'll let you know if I smell burning."

DAN: "We'll call you when your pancake's ready."

PHIL: "Please let me do stuff. I promise I won't melt anything."

DAN: "And if you do?"

PHIL: "I'll take the blame."

DAN: "Well obviously."

PHIL: (sighs) "What do you want?"

DAN: "You have to eat the burnt pancakes."

PHIL: (smiles cheekily) "Only if you feed me them."