"Nyea..."
"What?" Laughter erupted from your speaker.
You just weren't sure. On the one hand having one seems like a sound idea. On the other, that means you'd be asking your friend to take a risk for you and you need to open your house to let him in.
"I don't think I can ask you to take that risk for me. And I wouldn't even be sure how to let you in without inviting the fog in as well."
"Maybe hold your breath while you open the door a smidgen and I toss it in quickly? I'll wrap it up obviously so it wouldn't break."
"I can go pick it up and bring it to you." Cindy offered helpfully.
The chat fell silent for a moment as everyone processed Cindy's ludicrous suggestion.
"How would that make things better?" Rodger asked.
"No Cindy. You stay right where you are in your house." Ann said with clear worry in her voice. "Don't you dare leave your house without talking to me first." She always was the group mom.
"DING DONG"
You nearly drop your phone as the loud dingdong from your doorbell rings through the room.
"What the fuck was that?"
"My...my doorbell?" You say as you leer at the door.
"Were you expecting anyone?" "Who would even go out in this situation?"
"It's not you already up at his door Rodger?" Ann asked.
"No, I'm right here at home."
"Stop chatting, just open the door and go see who it is!" Cindy said happily.
"Don't you listen what Cindy says. Just peek through the window. You can see who's at the door through the window right?"
"I'm going to check."
You sneak to the door, though you have no idea why you're even sneaking. What could possibly happen.
You peer through the window. Before your door, covered in yellow fog, stands