David Kowalski
Kowalski Residence, North LS
17th March, 2017, 5:00 AM
Monday, first day of the school week. Coincidentally the same day his pension check for the month clears, and the same day all the kids get their report cards for the first term of this semseter. Despite the onwards slogging of both school and his own time waiting for something to happen again, David still had less than an hour to make lunches for every one of his children. All ten of them. Sometimes he wished Elsa would get up early to do it... but her aversion to sunlight made it more of an issue for her, and despite how much wanted to sleep in some days, he loved her too much to wake her up this early. Regardless, he set to work, planning the lunches for all of his kids. Damian hated pickles, Arachne... didn't go to school anymore. Skip that bag. Jason was allergic to peanut butter, Haley was picky about trail mix, neither Josh, Carson, Michael, and Hannah liked chocolate -somehow-, Robert could only eat raw meat, and Anatoly has to have a high iron content.
He sighed, before opening the fridge. It was rather... absent of most food. To be fair they spent an extraordinary amount on food to begin with, given that Arachne was part spider, Damian was seemingly a skeleton wearing a suit, Jason couldn't have nuts, Robert was amphibian, and Anatoly grew platinum out of his skin. Hardly an ordinary family.
Rgardless school started in less than two hours, so he had to get a move on. Upstairs he heard the telltale steps of a slowly waking household. While in the addition to the home off to the left he heard the telltale clicking of Arachne making more clothing. It was times like this he realized that Elsa giving birth to a silk egg was more of a blessing than a worry. At around twelve Arachne clued in that she could make really fucking expensive dresses and clothing from her own silk. And after a while she started selling them online for more than a few thousand dollars each.
So yeah, she made about a third of the household's total income... Behind his pension, Elsa's income from the government for adopting nine Meta-Human children, and Anthony's occasional stack of hundreds he drops off. Say what one will about the increasingly grumpy CEO, he still cared about those dear to him.
But back to the task at hand, David continued to make food for his kids.
Not at all aware of what sort of tragedy would befall LS that afternoon.