“You should have called first. What if I wasn’t home?”
 
              “Haha! Seriously? You’re always right where I left you – uncomfortably comfortable in that same cushy, sunken in spot. Speaking of which, it’s high time to get that reupholstered, don’t you think?” 
 
               “Why are you bothering me — You know what? It doesn’t even matter, I have work to do.”
 
               “Yeah, I’m aware, but it’s really important this time, I swear.” 

​“Click…click,” each turn of the tarnished knob was accompanied by a barely noticeable response from the gears. Marge had changed his mind. Once sure of the need for a chocolate fix, the shiny neon green candies from the center machine now beckoned him. Marge wasn’t normally a fan of these types of clearly artificial confectionaries, but something about this candy machine appeared promising.