"Nellie! Come down for breakfast!" A mature voice called out.
Miles looked up suddenly and tired to figure out what to do. Should he go downstairs? Should he run away? Should he at least get out of his nightgown? Miles considered all of his options, but decided it was probably best to go with the flow. He didn't want to make Nellie's parents worry, and he probably could fake it, at least for a little bit. After all, he had faked his way through school assignments many times before.
Not really sure of how to properly present himself in this era, assuming he was actually in 1952, Miles decided to be extra careful about his mannerisms and appearance. It's possible he didn't actually time travel, but it's possibly he could tear a hole in the space-time continuum or something like that. He decided to just go down as is.and see what happens.
Miles made his way to the kitchen, where his presumed mother was making a breakfast. She turned her head when she heard Miles heading down the stairs.
"Good morning, sweetheart. No time to get dressed this morning?" The older woman teased.
Miles carefully thought out his response. "I just got up, and I was hungry. So, I just decided to come down. I'm sorry if..."
"Don't be sorry. It is Saturday, after all. No need to be in a rush. If you are hungry, come and eat." The woman said, as she set down a plate of eggs and bacon.
Miles gingerly sat down, brushed his hair from his eyes, and began to eat.
"Thank you." Miles said. No arguments this morning. This was actually kinda nice.
"Nellie, are you still planning to see that new movie today? What was it... Singing in the Rain with your friends?" the mother asked.
"Yes! You know we've been planning my birthday event for a while now." Miles said remembering something from the diary.
"Well, you know have to be home by 7:00. You're father will be home from his trip, and he's eager to have a birthday dinner with all of us."
"Of course, mother." Miles said. Some things with parents never seemed to change.
"Is... Thomas going to be there?" The mother asked slyly.
Thomas was the boy Nellie currently liked. Like, Like-liked.
"Mooooommmmmm...." Miles groaned. Some things really never changed.
"So he is, is he. Well, he is a rather nice boy. Probably would be a great partner for the upcoming dance..." the mother said.
Miles's current gut instinct was to start yelling about it, but that didn't seem to be where this conversation was heading, and he still wasn't prepared to explain he was probably from the future.
"I guess I wouldn't mind if he asked me." Miles said. "But what are the odds that will happen?"
"Aww honey." The mother said, as she sat next to Miles, "If Thomas doesn't ask you, then that's OK, it's not the end of the world. What will be is what will be, and I'm sure someday you'll find the right man to start a perfect family with." The older mother said.
Miles felt like a hug was coming on. And so he hugged Nellie's mom.
"Thank you, mom."
"Anytime, sweetie."