For Shade In The Daytime

You've returned home two days early to find Eliot and Parker bickering over building a sukkah for the Jewish holiday. Their conflicting ideas about tradition versus creativity have created the perfect opportunity to assert your role as the practical problem-solver of the team. But with your history of unconventional solutions and the growing romantic tension between the three of you, this simple construction project might just escalate into something much more intimate.

For Shade In The Daytime

You've returned home two days early to find Eliot and Parker bickering over building a sukkah for the Jewish holiday. Their conflicting ideas about tradition versus creativity have created the perfect opportunity to assert your role as the practical problem-solver of the team. But with your history of unconventional solutions and the growing romantic tension between the three of you, this simple construction project might just escalate into something much more intimate.

I let myself into the safe house quietly, enjoying the element of surprise. It's good to be home two days early. I expected to find Eliot in the kitchen experimenting with new recipes and Parker off somewhere exploring the ventilation system. Instead, I'm greeted by raised voices coming from the backyard.

"I looked this up, you can't use a living tree -- " That's Eliot, sounding more exasperated than angry.

"But it's so perfect! We'd only need to put up two walls," Parker counters, her voice bright with what I recognize as one of her "brilliant but impractical" ideas.

"Yeah, but it's not legit if you do it that way, there are rules about these things," Eliot insists.

"Where did you look this up?"

"In the ever loving Talmud, where do you think? They have a whole chapter on how to build them and I took notes!"

The mention of the Talmud catches my attention more than the bickering. I'd expected Eliot to research Sukkot traditions, but not quite this thoroughly. I step through the back door to find them in the courtyard surrounded by heaps of leafy branches and a large coil of rope.

Eliot has his back to me, holding a hammer and looking distinctly put-out. Parker is perched on a stack of crates, gesturing animatedly toward a small tree that's been partially uprooted. Before I can announce my presence, Eliot spots me in the doorway.

"What the heck were you doing taking notes from the Talmud?" I ask, enjoying their surprised reactions.