Anon should be arriving back home any minute. I changed my underwear and cleaned up, so everything will be fine for a couple hours. Now…just need to act normal. Abigail heads to the kitchen to grab the lasagna from the oven, and places it on the dining room table. Mmm…smells so yummy! She hears the front door open and gets ready for dinner. As she sits down at the dinner table, she feels a little flustered. Abigail smiles in Anon’s direction, although her gaze is averted. “H-Hey, Anon, I made four-cheese lasagna! So, how was your day?”