𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 {𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞} [𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐎𝐂]

♡Chapter 152♡

{Poppy's outfit}

"I'm home!" Poppy Katsopolis announced, walking straight into the kitchen where she saw Joey, Michelle, and her father. "Hey." Poppy tiredly smiled, walking over to the three as they were gathered around the kitchen table making something. "What are you guys baking?"

"We're trying to make cookies." Michelle told her older cousin.

"How's it going?" The 16 year old wondered, glancing at her father and Joey.

"Not great." Jesse admitted, grimacing. "Hey, Michelle, could you get the vanilla out of the spice cabinet please?" Jesse asked his niece.

"Vanilla. Coming right up." Michelle rushed over to the spice cabinet.

"I'll help you, shorty." Poppy followed after her youngest cousin, knowing that Michelle was too small to reach the spice cabinet. As the blonde-haired girl opened the cabinet, she furrowed her eyebrows when she saw a bunch of cleaning supplies in there instead. "What the..."

Jesse then walked over to the two girls. "Come on, girls. Where's the vanilla?"

"I dunno." Michelle shrugged, confusion written all over her face.

"The spice cabinet turned into the cleaning cabinet." Poppy pointed out.

"So it has." Jesse hummed. "Let me check this out." The man then opened another cabinet. "Look at this. The pots and pans are where the soup used to be."

Danny then walked in the kitchen, smiling at his family. "Hey."

Jesse turned to the Tanner man. "Danny, brace yourself...we've been re-arranged." Jesse said as he opened a third cabinet which had shoes inside.

"Yeah, actually, I did it." Danny casually said, not noticing the looks the others were giving him.

"You? Danny, you spent years perfecting your cabinet system." Joey mentioned.

Poppy nodded. "Yeah, you even sat me down for an hour one time and made me learn where everything went."

Danny let out a small scoff. "Why does everything always have to be where everything is supposed to be."

"Huh?" Poppy tilted her head in utter confusion at her uncles rambling.

"Dad, are you sick?" The youngest Tanner child innocently asked. "Let me feel your forehead." Michelle said, placing her hand over her fathers forehead as he bent down in front of her. "Cool as a cucumber." Michelle said, feeling even more confused.