It was getting to be late afternoon and Al had been happily cooking a massive meal for a sit down dinner - a surprisingly rare occasion in the house, since not everyone was on schedules that sync’d up.
He had spent the day with Berta, telling her about the trip through the abandoned asylum and the havoc it had wreaked on his soul and then having her gently patch him up, and then cooking, and he was only a little ways away from finishing when the doorbell rang.
Wondering who it was, hoping it wasn’t Eridan’s brother or dad, and ignoring the curious faces of the teenagers (and Roxy) turning to look from their games (Bee was being devastated by Dirk in Mario Kart), Al padded through and opened the door.
The person standing before him was the last person he ever expected to show up on his doorstep and he had half a mind to just shut the door.
No, not the last person, but the third to last.
Al stared at the woman for a few moments before he asked, “How’d you find me?”
His mother, Janette Potts, smiled at him (pityingly). “Your secretary boy, Matt or something.”
"Matthew. He hates ‘Matt’. What are you doing here?"
Janette looked hurt and offended. “Sweetheart, I haven’t seen you in years. You took off without hardly a notice and never returned our calls -“
"Your calls. Dad and Jacob never called."
“My calls. And I’ve missed you. I know I wasn’t around enough for you three, and I know you and your father don’t get along very well -“
"And I miss my son."
Al stared at his mother - her tawny eyes, the ones she gave to Claire, her red hair (also like Claire’s, except fading with age), the new wrinkles and the sincerity -
He sighed. His mother was…she had good intentions, even if she said and di the wrong things more often than not.
"I’m almost done with dinner, if you want to sit down with everyone."
"That would be lovely, darling."
Al let her in and led her through to the kitchen, not letting her see Bee yet (who had immediately hidden). “It’s a full table, so I hope you don’t mind meeting a lot of people you don’t know.”
"Oh, no, the more, the merrier. I’m very excited to meet them. Friends of yours visiting?"
"Mostly lovers. Living with me."
Janette’s eyebrows went up and her eyes went down. “Oh.”
Leaning back and taking a deep breath, Al bellowed, “DINNER’S NEARLY DONE! WE HAVE COMPANY, SO DON’T COME DOWN SUCKING EACH OTHER’S COCKS!”