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It was just after nine AM on Friday when the sharp, persistent knock began at the front door.

There weren't that many people about so early. After all, break was well and truly started, so those who wanted to sleep in got to, and the ones who didn't all tended to be very up and rather out by nine. Kitty had just been washing up her breakfast dishes when she heard the rapping on the door. "Can somebody get that?" she called, but there was a distinct lack of answer and the knocking continues. "Blast..."

She shut off the water and snagged a towel, heading quickly for the door. "Coming!"

Her hands dry, she opened the door, putting on her best 'for company' smile. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Morning." The middle-aged man in brown greeted her with a nod and a friendly smile. "I need someone to sign for this." He patted the three large boxes stacked on a handcart which seemed to be faintly--steaming, and held out his electronic clipboard.

"Good God. What's in there?" Kitty asked, taking the clipboard automatically and scrawling her messy excuse for a signature onto it.

"It's listed as 'frozen foods' on the slip," he informed her, taking his clipboard back and peering at it. "Last name?"

"Uh, Pryde," she answered, peering distractedly at the boxes. "It's just addressed to the school? How weird..."

"Yup. Sender's name is listed as Dorothy Gayle." The UPS man didn't even look up from his clipboard as he announced this, seemingly busy pressing buttons, making note of her name. He rested the clipboard atop the boxes and asked, "Where do you want them then, Miss Pryde?"

"Dorothy Gale?" Kitty's eyebrows shot up. "What, is this some new prank of Jamie's?" He was the only one from Kansas, after all, although she didn't see where the joke was. "Uh... well, the kitchen's back that way, but there's no way all that will fit in the freezer. I guess... it'd fit in the bio lab freezer. There shouldn't be any school stuff in there." Although that would mean taking this guy down to the basement, and the closest path to the bio lab was past the medlab... We're just a regular school, sir, really. "But don't worry about, it," she said, flashing a smile. "I can get it all down there, or get my boyfriend to help."

"...You sure? Because there's another three boxes in the truck..." The man tapped the back of the hand cart with his toe, tipping the boxes to at least roll them into the entryway.

"... Six boxes." She managed not to squeak, but it was close. "If this -is- one of Jamie's pranks, he -really- ought to be the one hauling stuff. And... it shouldn't be a problem, really." After all, if Jamie carried, they could take the Pryde-express 'elevator' down and skip the stairs.

"All right. It's your call." The UPS man shrugged and smiled, scooting the boxes off of the handcart and heading back to the truck for the rest.

While he went to get them, Kitty opened the box on top to peer inside, then blinked. Ice cream. It was full of ice cream. Chocolate and chocolate chip cookie dough, and there was banana and mint chip... Where they all full of ice cream?

Depositing the other three boxes just inside the door, he gave Kitty another smile and a playful salute. "Have a fun Fourth of July," he called out, tucking his clipboard under his arm and wheeling the empty cart back to the big brown truck idling in the drive.

"Thanks. You too," she answered, glancing up and nodding before she shut the door. "Hoooo-kay." Lifting the top box awkwardly (who would have thought ice cream could weigh so much) she phased out and let herself drop down into the basement, heading for the bio lab. There was a computer there she could use to get Jamie, and tell people about their sudden influx of ice cream. Enough ice cream to feed a small army, or moderate sized mutant high, surely. At least through the fourth.

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