Susan concedes, but fate isn't as kind

"Okay, honey, suit yourself," Susan backed off.

"Could you please pass the baked beans?" my mother asked. Jake passed the beans and my mother began to pour some on her plate when she noticed a fly on the fan directly above them.

"Oh bugger," she said as she stood on her chair and tried to smash the fly. On one hand, she did succeed, while on the other she used the baked beans bowl to accomplish the task (mind you, this was the same woman who couldn't find the few minutes it would have to get us at least somewhat properly dressed, so this shortsightedness oughtn't be surprising). This broke the bowl, but in the ruckus she accidentally turned the fan on with its unit switch, so baked beans started flying everywhere in the kitchen. Although it only lasted thirty seconds or so before Susan turned the fan off with the wall switch (mum was too scared of the spinning blades for the unit switch to work), at the end of it everyone was drenched in baked beans. Luckily, mum had saved the two pieces of the china bowl, so no actual injury resulted.

All the same, it was not especially pleasant for us nude ladies to be covered in the stuff, and you can make that double for Rian and Jake. Jake's Battletoads shirt and jeans were covered, as were Rian's No Doubt t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Right," Susan interjected, "we'll all have to shower. Jake, you are excused and can shower at your place. Rian, on the other hand, I'll need those clothes to wash straightaway."