Cool is my pet name...

Mom: My dear, you haven't had tea yet.
Me: .... (apparently still locked-up in the study room )
Mom: Okay, you can have it later. Don't put the temp too high when you're using it for the muffins. Dearie? You hear me?
Me: Uh-uh (still not opening the door!)
Mom: Looks complicated, don't you want anyone to help you with that?
Me: *almost audible voice* N'sanks. m'big girl 'edy
Mom: ..... (don't know what was her respond, the door was still shut tight)

then

Dad: Alrite, we're goin for dinner at Emblem. Eh?? Where's Cool?
[Cousin] Qëndrim: *screams with glee, followed by some I-dun-wanna-noe taunting voices* She's busy with homework!
Mom: It seems that her project is a serious one that she even locked people out of the study room
Dad: Right. We'll pack some for you.... any desserts then?
Me: *thinking - he's just mocking me, I know he never allows us having desserts!* (remains silent)
Qëndrim: Not fair! Why she gets the desserts? (throws a tantrum)
Mom: *lemme guess, she's talking to Dad* Let her concentrate, and you didn't even mean what you just offered the kids! Qën, behave! (and don't want to know what else was being argued among them)

next

Dad: What in the world's goin on to mah lil' gal?
Bad, Big Bro: Prolly she's on de Net lookin at some random men in tight suspenders! HA!!
Dad: Hush, you might get your mom enraged with those words.....
Mom: Say what? (maybe she just passed by the lads)
Big, Bad Bro: Nuffink~
Dad: He was saying that de pet is cookin some random hen in flight & needs blenders
Mom: Your son's talkin nonsense!

later...

Mom: Cool dear, your dinner's running cold! My, your teacher sure got nerves to put you through such a hard task!
Me: *yet another nearly-audible voice* M'kay ere.
Idiot [Bad Bro!]: She'll be fine with the homeworks
Mom: You gotta keep her dinner if she doesn't eat for another hour, hear me Dijon?
Idiot: Yesh mom....

next morn

Dad: Cool? You're pushed yourself to its limits. Blah blah blah (am starting to ignore what's being said from this moment on)

... hours later

Dijon: (back to his senses) Dijona? If it wasn't for your holiday then we might need to call in backup. You give me the creeps.....
Me: Huh? What? Don't bug me you devil!!
B'Bro: Okay, okay... MAYBE not the backups, but someone really IS, and he tried to contact you. Now he's at the door, mom invited him for dinner. Oh wait, you're busy aint it?
Me: *back to reality* Who?
BB: Oh, nobody. Just Tomë~ (didn't get the chance to finish off his sentence)
Me: TOMË?!? (unlocks the door and rushed out, pushing big bro aside.... having a proper bubble bath before dinner!)

And so the meme's completion got postponed until the following day....