As usual, Abby has been spending most of her time hanging out in her room with the gremlin, getting him used to life with her, playing with him to keep him occupied and all that. But she'd gotten a notice just the day before that she's expected to move out for keeping a pet, unless she wants to get rid of said pet.

And she's not going to be getting rid of Macaroni anytime soon. As far as she's concerned, he's going home with her whenever they get home.

So she's got a place arranged, staying with Jeff at least for now, and the only thing left is to break the news to Neal. Which sucks, because she likes Neal a lot, likes living with him. He's basically the perfect roommate, and a good guy to boot.

She heads out of the bedroom wearing her usual midday uniform of an oversized T-shirt with some cutesy slogan on it and a pair of loose shorts, barefoot and with her hair loose, at the smell of food cooking.

"Oh man, that smells good."