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[ her daily routine started off as it usually did: crawling out of bed and plopping on the floor, letting out a little oof! at the impact. picking herself up, she makes her way to her bathroom in a hurry to do her business, throwing her hands up in the air when she scurries out into her room in a victory! fashion. after that she throws open her closet and drawers, rummaging around to pick out an outfit for the day.

pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pet ~~her fat kitty~~ catbert, telling him to be good while she goes to find daddy before zipping out of the room at top-speed.

says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.

& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing on ~~stealing~~ nomming down the cheese as quietly as possible, her previous mission long forgotten in the face of a cheesy-delicious breakfast. ]

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[ scratches his chin in mock-thought. ]

Man, should I be giving away secrets so early? And so easily, I mean.

[ gives him big doe eyes. ]

Please, uncle Damon? Pleaaaase~?

Hm. . .

Alright, tell you what. You make your dad some of those cookies of yours for me, and I'll tell you what you want. Deal?

Really? [ lifts her arms, throwing them around his shoulders to give him a hug. ] Yay! I'll do it, I'll do it~!

[ returns the hug, patting at her back. ]

Great! Extra sugar.

[ pulls back a little, kissing his cheek. ]

Deal!

[ grins. ]

Right, okay. What would you like to know first?

What does "crash and party" mean?

Crash means they're sleeping at your place. Party's a party.

[ nods firmly to confirm her (still somewhat) understanding. ]

And am I supposed to host a party for my friends in college?

If you want to. [ pause. ] Might want to see what college parties are like 'fore hosting one yourself though.

Aren't they the kind of parties me, mommy and daddy go to?

[ laughs a little. ]

Not in the slightest, squirt.

Well since you know so much about them, maybe you could help! If I decide to host one, that is.

[ waves that off. ]

I'm an old-timer now. It'll make you look bad. Besides, s'a good way to make friends, too.

[ immediately focuses on that first bit. ]

You are not! Don't listen to what Smelly says, you're still young and hip! You can do it!

Thanks, squirt. But I'm young and hip with my own friends. Generation gap, y'know?

But my friends think that you're cool...

Which one? The chi-- the one with the hair?

Uh-huh. And Tony, too!

[ they're both birds... ]

Tony, huh. Haven't seen him around lately. Where'd he go?

Europe... that butthead left me and my darling all alone for the summer!

Huh. Hope he knows he gotta bring back an entire country's worth of souvenirs then.

Or my big strong uncle Damon will show him a thing or two if he doesn't?

[ holds up a fist. ]

Damn straight!