Finding Home Again - A Trollhunters story

Chapter Fifteen - The Sword

Honestly, if Jim ever wanted to, he could be a scary, sassy antagonist.
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Barbara left to go change out of her scrub and shower, and Jim rushed around with a grin on his face, grabbing ingredients from the pantry, fridge and various cupboards and dumping them on the counter.

"What are you making?" Toby walked behind him with a curious expression on his face. Jim stopped suddenly, and Toby crashed into him. "Whoa!"

Jim grabbed the olive oil. "What do you want me to make?"

"Really? Hmmm... maybe some tacos!"

"Are you sure? They won't be as delicious as Stauart's. I guess I could, though. Good idea, Tobes."

Toby watched Jim bustle around looking for taco filling ingredients. "Wow. You're in a good mood."

"Well, I can use my legs properly!" Jim threw his hands up excitedly. "Of course I'm happy. Well, other than the limp."

Claire, with Enrique on her hip, walked into the kitchen to see them. She raised her eyebrows, but Enrique beat her to speaking. "Augh! THIM! THIM!"

When he was done, he reinserted his thumb into his mouth innocently and looked around at everyone else with wide eyes. His big sister laughed. "Do you think Thim will make something for you to eat, Enrique? Yeah?"

Toby came over and played peek-a-boo with Enrique, and to the sound of happy laughter, Jim cooked a huge dinner.

Suddenly, as Jim was heating up the tortillas in the oven, he had an idea. He hurriedly finished putting them in and grabbed his phone to text Douxie.

Jim typed, You haven't been in touch all week. Wanna come to dinner and we can talk? He waited a few moments, then decided to text him again. I can walk better now. Don't make me spam you.

He put the phone down and started to walk away, but it chimed, so he checked it.

You can walk!? Brilliant ofc im coming! What time would u like me.

"Hmm," 5:45 or 6. Sent.

The reply was: 👍🏻

"That smells so good, Jim!" Dr. Lake said, breathing deeply through her nose as she strolled into the kitchen. Jim turned off his phone and put it down. "Are those tacos?"

"Yep!"

"Can I test-taste? Just the beans?"

Jim smiled and gave her a spoon. "Douxie's coming for dinner. Sorry about the late notice,"

Barbara dipped the spoon into the pan of refried beans and daintily ate off of it, then placed the spoon in the sink. "I love it! The paprika adds a very interesting undertone. In a good way, of course."

"I'm glad you like it... Toby! Can you help set the table?" Jim asked, leaning out into the walkway. Toby jumped up and got right to it. "Oh, and just so you know, Douxie is coming for dinner, guys."

"Okay!" Claire answered. She was sitting at the table with the tea Jim had made her, and NotEnrique was there too, keeping Enrique entertained.

A short while later, when the food was just on the table, someone knocked on the door. Claire stood, Toby looked at her, and Jim rushed out of the kitchen. Jim beat Toby to the door and opened it