When they arrive, Vernon is waiting and immediately hugs his kids.
"Everything all right?"
Savannah nods. "Yeah. Bit scratched up, and I need like a pint of ice cream, but I'll live."
"Eh, stay, Darren needs cuddles and that is an auxiliary use of a girlfriend," snorts Savannah.
Actually they can go snuggle on the couch, that is better than snuggling standing up. Couch-move, then snuggles.
Savannah, not being the snuggling type, retrieves an entire carton of ice cream from the freezer, plops onto a nearby couch, and then starts working her way through it. Nom. Nom nom. The best part about horrific trauma is the license to eat lots of ice cream after.
Snuggle snuggle.
"Should we have, like, actual passwords?"
"I'm claiming my own long random password before somebody invents one for me. Uuuum. Euphrates potato Poughkeepsie."
"This is a substantial disadvantage to the passwords, I guess, we'd all have to memorize them. I suppose we can continue going with quizzing each other about events from our shared history."
He giggles, then snuggles her back. "I am also not going with snugglebunny, Bella, you get to pick because I can't think of anything."
"Meh. I'll go with ice cream tree frog, it's already embedded into my head because it was pretty funny."
"That's why the charmingly random words. Conveniently, each password is also consistent in its poetic feet."