Scene - bedroom, shitty bungalow
Jack is whispering nasally sweet nothings into her sentient mirror in between news slots. She's interrupted by SB skipping into the room merrily, holding a dinner plate.
"Mamapapa, look at my burger bun. For shame, I can only count seven seeds. Does this mean the price of sesame seeds has increased and Big Sesame are trying to kill the poor?"
Jack manages to look away from the mirror for an ephemera of a moment.
"SB, I'm so proud of you! You've clearly been listening to all the very important interviews I'm doing. This is what we call 'cutting through' in current affairs journalism."
"Well, actually mamapapa, you've been so preoccupied with your self-promotion and things recently, I thought this might get your attention for a bit."
"Never mind about that, I'm BUSY. This should get me at least a few hundred likes and maybe even a new Patron or two. Give me the bun."
"But mamapapa, I haven't finished eating yet. Don't be beastly to me."
"It'll only be the work of a moment. Mama's doing VERY IMPORTANT THINGS. Now stop being difficult or there'll be no bollock and eyelid sausages for you tomorrow."
SB sighs and reluctantly hands over the remainder of his dinner. Jack spends roughly fifteen minutes taking photos of the offending bun from various angles and experimenting with different lighting levels. SB shifts from one foot to the other, wondering whether to go and fetch his conversation starter cards in a vain attempt at getting his mother's attention.
"I'm going to be a while, son. Now fuck off and go play with your spinning top. I'll buy you a dinosaur biscuit tomorrow, and if you keep quiet for the rest of the evening I won't even take a bite out of it first."
SB wearily turns and shuffles out of the room, leaving Jack staring at the seeded bun with a rare glint in her shark eyes. An idea begins to maraud around her maverick puppy brain.
"Hmm, sesame allergy. Haven't used that one before."
She starts furiously typing a tweet:
Have had to cancel all my scheduled appearances for the foreseeable future as I've suddenly come out in SEVERE hives and my throat feels like it's closing up. Don't suggest any remedies as I SHAN'T be listening to them. But if I can't do any paid work for a while, how am I going to put my heating on?