The Beatles' Grand Stay-in

Pt. 1: Spaghetti Night

One day The Beatles decided to go on an adventure! Well, their idea of an adventure was getting some time off from work. Some much-needed time off from work! No recording, no touring. Just some free time to spend with each other. Now this was the winter of '65. A cold day in Liverpool, London. It was cloudy, dreary, and a bit snowy.  Now, at exactly 6:30 p.m., they were all snuggled up together in a big stuffed blanket Paul's grandfather had given him last fall. You know Paul's grandfather; The clean old man? Anyway, there were mugs of cocoa and also cheese sandwiches placed in front of their toasty feet by the fireplace. George had consumed two sandwiches already, and was now starting on some spaghetti Paul had made earlier. Ringo was just dozing off while the rest engaged in gay chatter. 
 
  "Hey Pauly, this spaghetti is good! You know, a bit of cheese and bread would be really good piled up on top of the noodles, and some honey drizzled over the bread! Try it!"
This came from an overstuffed, greasy George. He just finished his first meatball and was now  carefully polishing each of his grubby fingers with a happy tongue. Paul took another sip of his cocoa:
"Holy crap, my man! Can your mind ever stray from food for once? Like, why not vegetables instead of sandwiches? Or just no food at all!"
He slowly turned his red eyes to George, resting on what appeared to be a breadcrumb in his overgrown hair. Disapprovingly, he rolled his puppy dog eyes back up to his now cool cocoa, which he lovingly sipped. It brought a smile to John's face.
"Ah, Pauly, can't ya guzzle ya bevy any faster? If I had me hands on the rules of this one-room apartment, I'd have something a little stronger with me supper!"
He reached over and pinched Paul's little cheeks.
"It's cuz you're the youngest, isn't it Paul? You're the baby of us, so we need to protect you from the real world! Right lads?"

George giggled, covering his full mouth. Paul's little cheeks turned red he pushed John's bony hand away, fighting a little smile.
  "That's what you think, mate. I love you with all my heart,  Johnnycake, but I'm not a baby!"
         
Ringo suddenly awoke and groaned loudly as he rose and stretched his tight body, eliciting yawns from his mouth and cracks from the spinal region.
"Oh Ringo, you're taking my appetite away! Stahp!" yelled George.  He just finished his 5th steaming spaghetti meatball, and was now gorging on the whole wheat noodles that Paul's hands has so passionately rolled and boiled. Yes, Paul was also a Master Chef.
"And that's a bad thing, Georgie?  Bah, this overload of carbs will catch up with you later, son." 
Ringo winked one big blue eye at his friend.  John was now shaking his head with laughter. Paul disapprovingly sip on his steamy cocoa, wrapping his soft hands around the cute mug that John had bought him for his 20th birthday. It was a very cute mug. A perfect coffee mug! It had a slide-proof rubber bottom, and plenty of room for up to 16 ounces of liquid for dedicated coffee lovers, which Paul was. You couldn't tell though. He was so reserved and boring, unlike the hyped up George! Yes, George was usually obsessing over a new sandwich he'd buy at Grubbs and his new coffee drinks he'd find at Starbucks.

"Oh my, Ringo, you stir up laughter in my lungs like nothing else. I love you. I really, really do."
John's face was in fact flushed from laughing. He brushed the tears from his eyes, and slapped Ringo's knee.
"Yes John, we all know how much you love us. You tell us all the time. Literally."