⚂ [ a u d i o ]

[dropkick]

So, say you're going to a barbecue. What kind of food do you assume's going to be there?


[ They probably should have made a list.

...

And actually that audio is still on; Arthur's distracted, busy in fact as the device picks up the roll of four tiny wheels and general chatter of what must be a shop. Then a pause of the wheels... ]

...are you too old for holding hands?

[ He's just paranoid maybe. It's a busy store.

Anyway he gets his answer just a second later, a young girl's voice: ]

I do not think so.

[ Some more grocery background noise as the cart starts rolling again before the girl speaks again ]

Dad, your device is on. [ pause and this time she's obviously speaking into it on purpose, rather than muffled like before ] Poppa, did you want us to bring you anything?

[ Then the device is turned off properly. ]




[ooc: family cursed? family cursed.]

Comments

[signatures]

Later than usual?

That would be nice of us.

[archivy]

It would be.

[signatures]

Waffles and a proper pot of coffee.

[archivy]

It'll be Sunday. We could even have breakfast in bed.

[signatures]

You'll have to use your master techniques and make him give in to possible crumbs on the sheets.

[archivy]

I think I can convince him.

[signatures]

Then thy will be done.

[archivy]

Good. [ And while she's at it. ] And then can we go to the zoo?

[signatures]

[ But they have uniccorns at the zoo x( ]

If it's not too late.

[archivy]

[ She likes the unicorns. ]

How late do you intend to have breakfast?

[signatures]

How late do you intend to let Arthur sleep in?

[archivy]

No later than ten thirty, maybe eleven at the very latest. Breakfast should be had before noon, don't you think?

[signatures]

I do.

[ He doesn't want to wreck her aspirations by informing her that's waking up early for Arthur, who doesn't rise to any alarm unless its a job or a fire alarm, and that breakfast is whenever he moseys his pale arse out of bed. Welp. ]

Breakfast at eleven, zoo at one.

[archivy]

[ It's letting Arthur sleep in later than Ivy usually does, so he shouldn't have any reason to complain. ]

A good plan.

[signatures]

Any other requests?

[archivy]

[ Completely deadpan: ] Can I have a pony?

[signatures]

Rupert might let you ride a few of his.

[archivy]

Do you think so?

[signatures]

I could ask.

[archivy]

I would like that. [ A beat. ] Please.

[signatures]

Ask Arthur if horseback riding is appropriate.

[archivy]

Of course it is.

[signatures]

Ask. I don't want him breathing fire at me afterward.

[archivy]

Okay. [ Much more quietly: ] I don't want you fighting because of me.

[signatures]

We don't fight because of you.