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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ sips at the orange juice & leans over to put it on the coffee table. ]

What, and leave out doodlebug?

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

She can join in when she's older.

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ she heard that wrong, which is why she turns her head to robin and says: ]

I am five years old!

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ strokes her hair a little, pushing some strands behind her ear. ]

And what number comes before five?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ puts down her fork to count on her fingers... puts up four of them. ]

Four.

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

Very good. [ continues to play with her hair when she goes back to her cake, attention back on nick. ] Maybe she can join in when she can count to twenty.

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head fondly. ]

She's a smart kid, so. . . in another month or so?

1/2

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ lifts her other hand to pat nick's head, speaking as if she's talking to a two year old. ]

Very good.

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ that reminds her of something, so she turns her gaze back to alice when she's almost done with her cheesecake. ]

You have something to give to your uncle, don't you?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ licks at her fingers a little after scrubbing off the crumbs on her cheeks and mouth... then nods furiously, reaching over to grab the purple construction paper with a crayon scribble on it. shows it off to nick. ]

I drew you a butterfly!

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ bats robin's hand away, attention swerving back to alice. after putting the plate with half his slice left over next to his cup of juice, he takes the drawing & lets himself smile widely again. ]

Thanks, doodlebug. [ makes a point of inspecting it thoroughly, looking up after a solid ten seconds have passed. ] Did you improve?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ nods and wiggles and tries to climb into nick's lap while talking. ]

I spent five minutes on it. That's more than four or three or two or one...

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his hands to accommodate her wiggling, only letting them back down when she seems to settle. ]

Hmm. Are you sure it only took you five minutes?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! [ sways her feet a little to and fro. ] I want to be just like you so I gotta be quick.

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

Nah, you're too good to be just like me. [ transfers the piece of 'art' over to one hand gently so that he could use the other to give her head a fond pat. ]

Anyway, I think this one's going into the album too. You want to go get it? [ glances briefly at robin. ] Or ask mommy to get it?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

Mommy. I want to stay here. [ looks over at robin with her big doe eyes. ] Please?

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ rolls her eyes, lips quirking into a smile. ]

Oh, who could say no to a face like that? [ stands, taking a glance at nick. ] Same place as always?

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ looks rather pleased with himself. ]

Yep. The most recent one is the one farthest on the right.

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head at them fondly, moving to go retrieve the album. a minute later she's back and taking a seat on the edge of the couch again, handing over the aforementioned item to nick. ]

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ taking it, he lays it across alice's lap & opens it. ]

You want to pick the spot this one goes into?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ nod nod nod. uses both of her hands to turn the pages. ]

I will pick the best spot ever. [ turns another page. ] The best...

[ & then she stops on a place in the middle of the album, confidently pointing at the page. ]

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

[ moves his arms around her to carefully slip the piece of paper in an open slot that alice has pointed out. holds out the book in front of them so that they can both see it from a distance. ]

How's that look to you?

[butterflydoodle.livejournal.com]

[ tilts her head to the left, then the right, then lifts her hands to give two thumbs up. ]

Lovely!

[cityblocks.livejournal.com]

Great. I thought so too. [ brings the album back to her lap so that she could flip through it. ]

[ebonyrobin.livejournal.com]

[ smiles at them fondly while alice looks at her masterpieces, reaching over to brush some of nick's hair away from his face. when her daughter starts humming another song (obviously lost in her own thoughts by now): ]

How is your hand feeling today?