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[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]

Whatever the Hell you lot like to eat, I suppose. I'm headed back early, Saya is delusional today. And surfing.

[archivy]

Language, Poppa. [ but she sounds vaguely amused? ]

[signatures]

It's Hell, not a curse.

[archivy]

It is inappropriate around a young child.

[dropkick]

What she said.

[dropkick]

Surfing?

[ pause ]

And what we want might not be what you want. You can't think of anything?

[ 8( /comes home with nothing but corn on the cobb ]

[signatures]

Any child ought to know the place they may go if they're awful. Far more effective than a time out.

[signatures]

Don't be ridiculous.

[signatures]

Generally food is food. Just some sort of meat.

[dropkick]

[ exasperated sound ]

Guess we've got you covered then.

[archivy]

You still have not read any of the books on child psychology, have you?

[dropkick]

Then don't be inappropriate!

[signatures]

Psychology is a second rate science, anyway.

Besides, you're not a regular child. I'm sure you know all about Hell to begin with.

[signatures]

In what world is Hell inappropriate?

Other than heaven, I guess.

[signatures]

And bell peppers. Chicken. I'll make kebaabs.

[archivy]

It has come a rather long way in terms of scientific value.

Far more than you do, certainly.

[archivy]

I think we should also buy apple juice for tomorrow morning. [ holding Arthur's hand. ]

[signatures]

That you do, Miss Ivy, that you do.

Now tell Arthur you don't mind that I use "bad language."

[archivy]

Why would I tell him such a thing?

[dropkick]

[ His folds easily over hers, and even though it's gentle there's something protective even in holding hands. ] From a bigger bottle or separately - juiceboxes?

[signatures]

Because it's true.

[archivy]

It is not. I very strongly believe that you should not use such language around me.

[archivy]

[ She may be eleven, and she may know far more than either Arthur or Eames, but that does not mean that the protectiveness does not still feel good, that she doesn't like that there is someone looking out for her. ] A bigger bottle should be fine. I want it for breakfast.

[dropkick]

Okay, good.

[ pause ]

Red, green, yellow? Doesn't matter?

[signatures]

Oi.