If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie

Food is the way into everyone's heart

Hiya lovelies! I hope you're all staying safe!

You tap your pencil rhythmically against your desk to the beat of the song flowing from your earbuds. Your phone's browser is open to a page of bitty dimensions, their height, and width on display for you to sketch down. Should you make him something unique or...?

Hmm... Maybe be would like a new scarf. The one the little guy was wearing was in pretty bad shape and-

A loud gurgling makes you flinch, interrupting your frantic sketching. You pull on earbud out, a brow raised in confusion as you look around. What was...? 

...Was that your stomach? 

As if to answer you, your stomach gurgles loudly again, this time accompanied by an empty, achy sensation in your midsection. 

Ugh... You sit your pencil down and stretch out your cramped muscles, joints popping in several different places. You'd been sitting in this chair for far too long! The dough should be done by now so now you can finally dig out your noodle maker and start on the sauce! Then... 

You rub your empty stomach with a grin. Then you can finally eat! 

After you stuff your phone in your pocket, you tread down the stairs and-

A knock at the door redirects your path from the kitchen to the foyer.

 Who could that be? 

The door opens with its normal creaks and groans (the grouch). 

"Oh, hey Mom." You smile as you let her into the house after exchanging hugs. The carrier in her arm squicks at the sound of your voice and something shuffles within. A bright smile spreads across your face when you took the carrier out of your mother's hands. You peer into the carrier. 

"Hey Fidget! Did ya miss me," The ferret fidgets in his plastic prison, his little claws scrabbling against the side. You turn your eyes back to your mother with a smile. "How was he?"

"He's been an absolute terror, as always." Your mother titters jokingly as she follows you into the living room, where you set up Fidget's play area. As soon as to your fur noodle was in his area he slinks straight to his little house. You fill up his food and water before join your mother on the couch, chuckling. "Of course, how can I think any different."

Your mom takes a seat on your couch, crossing her leg over her knee. "So... This is your new house?"

You fidget with a piece of lent in your pocket as her observant eyes scan your living room. "Yep. This is it."

Her face scrunches up a little, deepening the faint crow's feet around her eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek as her eyes meet yours, expression troubled. "Oh, honey..."

You sigh internally. Oh boy, here it comes... You mentally prepare yourself for the conversation to come. 

"You know you didn't have to move into such a... dreary house, especially one so far away. Your father and I would have let you move back home and you wouldn't have had to-"