Phoebe was looking through the pantry for something to fix when the back door opened. It had been locked and the only other person to have a key to it besides her and Luna was Isaac.
"Hey, Aunt Phoebe!" Isaac greeted her with a smile and a bounce in his step.
"Hello, Isaac dear. You seem like you're in a good mood."
His dark curly hair bounced atop his head as he eagerly nodded. His clothes, which usually had stains on them from his messy eating habits, were clean and pristine, almost as if they had just been washed and ironed right before he came over. "I have my date with Simon today! Oh! I didn't want Mom to know, so I told her I was staying the night here. Is that alright?"
Phoebe's lips turned down into a frown and she resisted the urge to bite her lower lip. "It's fine dear, but you shouldn't lie to your mother."
