mbv, Various Locations, Family Life and Reunions Part 1

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Tracks: *comes in with tray of lovely smelling breakfast* Rise and shine, darling. *is wearing a dark coloured suit jacket... and a kilt*

Denver: *rubbing sleep from her eyes and arguing with her socks, looks up, and then she's chuckling*

Tracks: *dressed in impeccable modern Scottish fashion. Grins*

Denver: *Likes Tracks in a kilt, moves to get up so she can fuss over him a bit, because that's what wives do*

Tracks: *grin is smug. He is happy to have surprised and pleased her*

Denver: *Definitely pleased. And not sure if she wants to share her well-groomed husband with the world*

Tracks: So did I choose the right colour jacket? *grin has turned to his usual smirk, but those icy eyes are dancing*

Denver: Mhmmm. *grin and more minor fussing, before her attention goes to breakfast*

Tracks: *has made her favorite, and made a lot of it. And over to one side is a lovely little gummi berry shaped like an orange. Denver probably knows what's in there*

Denver: *Pleased sound, snorts with amusement when she sees the gummi berry, but knows why it's there. Will move to sit down in the chair next to the night table after getting her shoes out of the way*

Tracks: *will go to one knee next to her* So are you looking forward to this reunion at all, darling?

Denver: A li'l... Mainleh 'cause th' 'un cousin Ah actualleh lahk 's 'eah... 'N Ah th'nk Will 'n Raoul'll lahk 'im... Ah know Dion will, 'cause Dallas 's a suck f'r babehs... *Chuckles and begins eating*

Tracks: *smiles* Raoul and Beau are trying to put a kilt on Dion. I think he'd rather wear his towel.

Denver: *SNERK*

Tracks: And Will found Beau's kilt and bare chest ensemble hilarious.

Denver: *Soft snicker* Wonder 'ow Raoul'll be dressed....

Tracks: At the moment, he's wearing what he always does. *offers her a bit of gummi ham*

Denver: *chuckles and resumes eating breakfast*

Tracks: *eyes soft as he watches her eat* *softly* I'm glad you're feeling better.

Denver: *reaches for his hand to give it a gentle squeeze*

Tracks: *tenderly kisses her fingers, then rolls his eyes and looks toward the door as a Beau yelp and Will and Raoul laughter echoes down the hall*

Dion: *Bitty escape artist, issa CRAWLIN'! HI AUNT RAIN!*

Rain: Hey... Why is he wearing a skirt? *comes to the door of her room as the sparklet goes by*

Denver: 'T ain't a skirt, Rain. 'S a kilt.

Rain: Ohhhhh. *nods and looks back into the room at her sleeping mate, then wanders into the kitchen to find some breakfast to bring to him* *Raoul laughter follows*

Tracks: Dion, are you trying to look like Beau? I really don't think you have the chest muscles for the look, darling.

Dion: *Babbles happily* Bubby! :D

Tracks: *gets to his feet and scoops baby brother up* Beau, what were you thinking? This isn't the first thing you're supposed to put on him.

Beau: Raoul did 't.

Raoul: *cackling interrupted by THRRPT*

Denver: *works on finishing her breakfast, doesn't really want to wear a skirt, but knows she has to, at least for the first picture*

Tracks: *snags the camera and heads down the hall to hand Dion to Beau and then snap a picture of the two shirtless kilt wearers before the blond teen knows what he's up to*

Beau: *acks, ducks back down the hall and into his room to dress Dion properly, and to dress properly as well, so Will knows the correct order of things*

Denver: *Soft snerk* Crazeh teens...

Tracks: *takes a few swipes at Raoul, and then comes to show the picture to Denver* What do you think? Would it fly as fashion?

Denver: *Snerk* Not lahkleh... *Sighs and moves to put her skirt on after double-checking that she's got a change of clothes for after the first picture*

Tracks: *sets the camera into the bag they're taking, then walks behind her and gently gathers her lengthening hair at her nape* It's only one day, darling.

Denver: Ah know... 'N 'f 't weren't f'r seein' Dallas f'r th' f'rst tahm 'n 'bout ten yeahs.... Ah 'onestleh w'ldn't argue 'bout goin'....

Tracks: *arms around her gently* Well I've put on a dress, we couldn't back out now.

Denver: *Leans back against him a bit* Ah'm guessin' y'u're glad Raj 'n Magnus 're 'eaveh sleepers? *Gently teasing, yes*

Tracks: Mirage has seen me. *slight snerk*

Denver: *Chuckle* 'N wh't'd 'e th'nk?

Tracks: Oh he just gave me one of his looks, and then went internet shopping when he thought I couldn't see him or the screen of his notebook.

Denver: *SNERK*

Tracks: *gently nuzzles her cheek and then lets her go to check under the bed and in the bag* Here's the snail... Dion's towel is in the living room. //Will?//

Will: //'M almost dressed... What're these funny little thingies for?//

Tracks: //I was wondering if there's anything you'd like to put in the bag. And Beau should be across the hall. I can hear him down there.//

Will: //Is there room for Mutt?//

Tracks: *as Beau whoops from his room and Dion squeals and giggles* //Oh plenty. There's an entire empty side pocket.//

Will: //'Kay.//

Raoul: *pokes his head into the room* Whoops! Sorry, Major Mac! *gone!*

Tracks: *turns his head* ...?

Denver: *is buttoning her blouse now*

Tracks: *shakes his head and goes to get Dion's towel*


Med Ward. Trailbreaker's room


Trailbreaker: *wakes with a groan*

Hattie: *sound asleep, her breathing even and regular*

Trailbreaker: *frowns at her watch, and then delicately turns off the beeping alarm before settling his head back on his pillow* Ugh... static.

Hattie: *shifts position slightly, mumbling gibberish as she dreams*

Trailbreaker: *looks at the watch, then looks at the woman in his arms and wonders how he wound up like this. Very very gentle pat on her shoulder*

Hattie: *squirms a bit before settling with a quiet sigh*

Steeljaw: *just slid off the hospital table he was aiming for with his jump*

Trailbreaker: *starts and looks toward the thump*

Steeljaw: *totally meant to miss, yup. wash wash wash*

Hattie: *another sigh, and some slight movement as she tries to sit up*

Trailbreaker: *puzzled look for the cat, and then a soft ack as he sits up too and helps the grey-haired female* Er... your alarm went off.

Hattie: *nods as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes* Ah figured....

Trailbreaker: So... um. Where are we? Um... and who are you?

Hattie: Th's 's 'un 'f th' recovery rooms 'n th' Ark med ward... 'N mah name's Hattie Lamont...

Steeljaw: *Wash wash wash* //The boss got you outta the mud in the Rio Grande a few days back...// *Kitty chuckle* //You've been teddy bear cuddling Granny off and on since.//

Hattie: *Stinkeyes Steeljaw*

Trailbreaker: *embarrassed and gruffly stammering an apology to Hattie*

Hattie: *Patpats his hand* *Gently* Y'u needed s'me'un th're t' provahd comfort. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' th't.

Trailbreaker: But...

Hattie: Y'u w're pretteh outt'a 't f'r whal...

Trailbreaker: *circulates deeply* How long? My chrono isn't set right.

Hattie: *Tells him the date, as well as the date he arrived at the Ark

Trailbreaker: *tips his head back against the wall as he sets his chronometer, but then suddenly sits up* Did they find the others? Rosana?

Hattie: Th'y found Rosana... *Checks her watch* But th' Dahnobots'll be goin' soon t' git back t' work diggin' th' rest'a y'all's friends outta th' mud...

Trailbreaker: I should go help.

Steeljaw: //Don't get up... or Red'll get on your case like white on rice.//

Trailbreaker: *frowns and tries pinging Red Alert*

Red Alert: *A bit groggily* //Red Alert here...//

Trailbreaker: //Steeljaw's telling me I can't get up.//

Red Alert: //Light excercise is alright.... But don't push yourself too hard, too soon.//

Trailbreaker: //Okay. Uh...// *doesn't realize Hattie can hear the common frequency* //Who's this lady I woke up snuggling?//

Red Alert: //She's Major MacKenzie's grandmother... And she's already given Optimus and Col. Franklin a stern talking to.// *Sounds amused* //Good morning, Hattie.//

Hattie: *Chuckles and pokes herself in the ear* Mornin', Doctor Anderson....

Trailbreaker: Meep! *BLUSH*

Hattie: *Dirty rotten chuckle, patpats his hand*

Red Alert: //I'll be in soon with a couple of breakfast trays....//

Trailbreaker: *looks at Hattie wanly, and then gently bumps the back of his head against the wall* I can't just sit around.

Hattie: Well, 'ow 'bout aftah breakfast, y'u 'n Ah go see whetha Autumn 'n Bert need 'elp wit' th' kids?

Trailbreaker: *seems to squint at her* Who needs help with what?

Steeljaw: //Bumblebee and Brawn. We've got a creche... and even without the Dinobots, things get hectic.//

Trailbreaker: 0.o Sparklets? Uhhh. *fidget, try to think of how to NOT babysit. Stops short* What the slag's Brawn doing in the creche?

Steeljaw: *is so doing a smug kitty grin* //Helping his mate keep sparklets corralled.//

Trailbreaker: *systems stall slightly*

Hattie: *worried, will gently fuss over you now, Trailbreaker*

Trailbreaker: *trying to reboot, but the shock keeps hitting him again. Needs to be jolted out of the cycle his tired and strained processor has dropped into*

Hattie: *Touches his shoulder* Trailbreakah?

Trailbreaker: *optic band flashes as he tries to respond*

Hattie: *Tells Red Alert to hustle his skinny butt to the med ward*

Teletraan: *over the PA* Plant one on the poor guy. That'll shock him outta it.

Hattie: *Quick stinkeye for the PA, then she's moving to kiss Trailbreaker's cheek*

Teletraan: Though I guess he'd need to be in alt mode for you to really know where to put it...

Steeljaw: *Snicker* //I think she knows where to put it... She is almost a vorn old...///

Trailbreaker: *arm goes up to surround Hatties shoulders protectively* Blaster, you and Steeljaw stick a sprocket in it.

Teletraan: *cackles and clicks off the PA*

Hattie: *Grumbles about cheeky young punks*

Steeljaw: *Amused kitty is amused... and can smell noms! See him beg at Russell's feet now, kthx!*

Russell: Don't even think about it, Steeljaw.

Steeljaw: *Turning up the charm in the hopes that noms will fall down from above*

Trailbreaker: Since when does Blaster sound like a girl?

Russell: Since he and his mate were found to be hardwired. *Will bring the table over and set two plates on it. One plate contains scrambles, gummi ham, and some blitzbread, while the other has scrambled eggs, a slice of ham, and a couple pieces of white bread toast. The plate with the gummi ham is soon situated in front of Trailbreaker, while the other plate winds up in front of Hattie*

Trailbreaker: *studying the plate bemusedly, his arm still around Hattie's shoulders* Hardwired, huh? So Blaster isn't Blaster anymore?

Russell: Oh, no. He's still Blaster. He and Teletraan just aren't as concerned with being separate people as some of the deeply-bonded pairs.

Steeljaw: *Streeeetch* //Yeah... The boss and his lady've been together since before the war... Not too surprising that they're two halves of the same person...//

Trailbreaker: ...Since before the war?

Russell: *Nods* Remember, Blaster used to be one of the most popular airwave personalities on the planet... He wouldn't have reached so many fans without a broadcasting program....

Trailbreaker: *slowly* Teletraan...

Russell: *nods* *Soft chuckle* It was Primus' doing that she gained a spark... She was already sentient.

Trailbreaker: Huh...

Blaster: //Yeah... Best first day ever was the day she gained her spark.//

Trailbreaker: //Your mate just... aww you know what she said if you're hardwired.//

Blaster: //Yup... Makes hazing the n00bs easier... *Dirty rotten chuckle*//

Hattie: *Facepalm*

Russell: *Ditto*

Trailbreaker: Don't push it, Blaster.

Blaster: *chuckle*

Steeljaw: *ouch, denied nom stealing by Russell! Is going to go sulk and see if he can beg noms from someone else then!*

Russell: *Sigh* I'd better go check on him...

Trailbreaker: ...Check on Blaster? What's wrong with him?

Russell: Just him being stubborn and pushing himself while he's still recovering from something... Aka, he was being Blaster.

Trailbreaker: *shakes his head and rumbles* Dumb glitch.

Blaster: //Takes one to know one...// *Click*

Trailbreaker: Hey, I'm sitting right here! *watches Russell go, then looks at the plate he was given* ...Wondering what this is, anyway.

Hattie: *compares her plate to his* Looks lahk moah 'f th't energon stuff th't Tracks makes f'r Denver...

Trailbreaker: *looks at her, and then blushes and takes his arm from her shoulders* Tracks makes fuel for your granddaughter?

Hattie: *nods as she takes a bite of her meal* *chews thoughtfully for a few moments before swallowing so she can answer* Yeah... She ain't been feelin' so good as 'f late... Not too keen on 'er usual preferences 'f food...

Trailbreaker: ...But Tracks... Fixing fancy fuel? *sounds disbelieving and confused*

Hattie: Yep... *Shrugs a shoulder and resumes eating*

Trailbreaker: We're talking about a snotty guy with a red face and white wings? Who usually acts like his exhaust doesn't stink?

Hattie: 'N 's a bettah father t' Denver's brotha th'n their father evah w's t' eithah 'f 'em.

Trailbreaker: *turns his head and looks at her funny* Father? That's like a creche guardian, right?

Hattie: Ah s'pose so... 'E's father t' Raoul 's well.

Trailbreaker: ...That can't be the guy I knew.

Hattie: Wh'n 'e, Denver, 'n th' boys git back fr'm th' MacKenzie clan reunion, y'u c'n ask 'im y'urself.

Trailbreaker: *frowns and shakes his head slightly to try and clear it of the static his confusion's causing, then picks up that thick slice of green stuff and bites it. Surprised sound!*

Hattie: *looks up from cutting her ham slice into bite-size pieces* 'S s'methin' wrong?

Trailbreaker: This... wow.

Hattie: *puzzled look*

Trailbreaker: It's the strangest thing I've ever tasted, but it's good.

Hattie: *Soft snerk, returns her attention to her own meal*

Trailbreaker: *looks at what she's doing with her pink slice and sheepishly sets his green one down, then apes what she's doing with his own utensils* These blue lumps are pretty good too. What's this? *picks up the botsup bottle and looks at it*

Hattie: *Shrug, eats carefully*

Trailbreaker: *looks to see if she has a similar bottle on her tray*

Hattie: *Does, but doesn't seem inclined to put ketchup on her food*

Trailbreaker: *decides he'll do like she's doing and sets his bottle back down. Is soon engrossed in enjoying new flavors*


Tracks and Denver's


Tracks: *getting family together in living room, has his cellphone to his ear* Alright, Dixie, we're nearly ready. Raoul, stop singing that silly song...

Raoul: Let the wind blow high, the wind blow low! ...Donald, where's your trousers?

Denver: *Trying not to facepalm*

Dion: *is babbling and trying to pull his kilt over his head now. Beau had to put his bunny towel on over his clothes before he'd stop trying to strip out of them*

Tracks: Wait a minute, Dixie, I forgot someone. *lowers the phone and lifts his voice* Jake? Are you ready yet?

Jake: *bringing his day bag, is going to ask his mother if he can stay with Denver and Tracks for longer* Yessir...

Tracks: *smiles at the brawny teen, his affection clear* *back to the phone as he tries to smooth Dion's kilt down again* Alright, I didn't forget your son.

Dixie: //Y'all be careful gettin' 'ere...//

Tracks: Just make sure the living room's clear and the curtains are drawn. *slight wince as Dion noms his finger*

Dixie: //Matthew's workin' on gettin' th' curtains pulled shut now.//

Tracks: Let me know when you're ready. Raoul, I swear...

Raoul: *flips Beau's kilt*

Beau: *Pulls Raoul's ponytail*

Dion: *belly laugh*

Denver: *Gives Raoul and Beau a Look* Y'all promised t' be on y'ur best behavior.

both teens: *stop and look at her*

Tracks: Darling, that is their best behavior.

Dixie: //We's readeh 'eah.//

Tracks: *tries to correct Dion's hatkilt tendencies again, then shoots a look toward a snerk from the hall* Is everyone ready?

Raoul: Ready! *holds hands with Dion*

Magnus: *balanced on his crutches* Tracks, you look so weird... *amused*

Denver: *Gives him a Look*

Beau: Readeh. *Hand on Jake's shoulder as Will grabs his hand*

Will: *reaching for Mama and Papa*

Tracks: *hand on Will as he sniffs at Magnus* So I guess that means you won't help Raj choose his kilt. *takes family to Dixie's*

Dion: *happy squee!*

Dixie: *Clucks her tongue and frowns when she notices Hattie's not with the group* Wh're's Hattie?

Tracks: *off hand* Nursing her boyfriend back to health. Dion, darling, why don't you put your towel on your head instead?

Dion: *happy babbling*

Dixie: ... 'Er boyfriend?

Denver: *Chuckles* Gent bah th' name'a Trailbreaker....

Raoul: *starts to grin, but then grumbles and pokes himself in the cheek, which is still rather puffy*

Tracks: *smirking as he puts Dion's towel hood up*

Dion: *more happy babbling*

Matthew: Awhl's b-been changed, 'n r-rotated th-th' t-tahrs t-too...

Tracks: *turns and smiles at the other man, touched* You didn't have to.

Raoul: *sneaking over for a Dixie hug. Seeing if he can't beat Jake*

Jake: *striding over to his mother, will gently hip-check you, Raoul*

Raoul: *flail an arm* Hey, watch the hurt guy! *laugh and scoot toward Dixie!*

Dixie: *Snorts and offers hugs to both boys*

Raoul: *grins and gets Jake with his hug too*

Dixie: *Small frown as she sees the bandage on Raoul's cheek* Wh't 'appened?

Raoul: *shrugs* Ah, you know how hoodlums are.

Dixie: *Gives him a Look*

Raoul: *hangs his head a bit and glances at Denver, unsure how to explain to his Auntie*

Denver: S'me idiot w's bein' stupid 'n pickin' fahghts.

Raoul: *looks back to Dixie and nods*

Dixie: Ah... *knows she needs no further clarification, having seen how Raoul handled the situation with BJ*

Raoul: Jake had my back.

Jake: *Nod, arm around Raoul's shoulder in a brotherly way*

Raoul: *grins, and then looks over at Dion and facepalms carefully* Man, that is not a hoodie. You're gonna show all the chicas your buttondowns.

Dixie: *soft chuckle and moves to distract Dion with a rubber ducky*

Dion: *Dooood, ducky!*

Raoul: *laughs, then stands a little straighter* Hey, that's his duck, ain't it?

Dixie: *nod* Y'all left 't 'n th' tub... *Chuckle*

Raoul: *gives Beau a Look*

Beau: Ah thought we 'ad ev'ryth'n'....

Dixie: *More chuckle* Jes' means y'all w're meant t' c'me back... Wh'n y'u leave s'meth'n' b'hahnd, 't's a sahgn th't y'u sh'ld go back anothah tahm 'n visit.

Raoul: *softens and hugs her again* ENS. Falman likes that noisy little kitten that hitched with Jake's birds.

Dixie: *soft 'heh'* Th't li'l goober 'ad us worrehed sick.... Th'n Vato called 'n let us know wh're th' furball wound up...

Raoul: It seems every time we get another grandma, we get an orange cat, too.

Dixie: *Snerk* Oh, realleh?

Raoul: Yeah. When Mr. Oberson went to talk to Will's friend Bonnie's grandma, a kitten came back in Dr. Ruteger's purse. Then they went to talk to Blitzwing's grandma, and Mr. Oberson brought back a kitten from there, too. *knows not of Pete*

Dixie: *Snerk* Y'all're collectin' orange kittens....

Dion: Kitty! :D

Raoul: Not us. ENS. Falman got the noisy one, Sora got the fluffy one, 'n Mr. Oberson kept the bob tailed one.

Dixie: *Snerk*

Denver: *blink blink* *to Raoul* Y'u mean Wesson di'n't tell y'u 'bout 'is 'n Maria's babeh?

Raoul: *blinks and looks at her* Huh? No...

Denver: *Chuckle* Mineh Steeljaw. Th'y's callin' 'im Pete.

Raoul: *blinks* Mini Steeljaw how?

Denver: 'E's li'l, orange, 'n a Maine Coon.

Raoul: *face. Palm* Ouch.

Denver: *Chuckles* 'N 'parently, 'e lahks t' stand on their sh'lders....

Dixie: *Snerk*

Raoul: *eyes watering from the jab he just gave his sutures* Like Lt. Wesson wasn' enough of a suck.

Dixie: *Chuckles and pats Raoul on the shoulder before turning her attention to Denver* Wh't tahm 's y'all's reunion 'gain?

Denver: *blink blink, was trying to distract Dion from kilthatting again* Er...

Tracks: *coming back in from loading the bag into the car with Mathew* Ready whenever you are, Denver.

Denver: *Small nod as Beau lets Dixie know what time the reunion is* Le's go.... *Will move to hug her aunt and uncle*

Dion: *Happy babbling!*

Tracks: *chuckles again and then turns to carry baby brother out and get him into his car seat. Yelps as Freddy decides his kilt is interesting*

Freddy: *Purk purk purk*

Denver: *Out the door in time to see that, can't help but snerk, will come to her husband's aid*

Tracks: Not the rea... ahhh! *wince*

Denver: *Will carefully herd Freddy away from the car as Hazard comes looking for the wayward poultry*

Raoul: *rumbling down the front steps* Did Freddy just bite Tracks on the butt?

Beau: *Snicker* Maybe?

Freddy: *oh, you wants me? Will waddle over and try and nab a shoelace*

Raoul: *stops so he doesn't run over the friendly bird* Man, you're still fat.

Freddy: *purk purk purk!*

Beau: 'T'll take 'im a bit t' lose th' weight 'e needs t'...

Raoul: His girlfriend's gonna die of old age first. *reaches out to muss Will's hair*

Will: *Quiet clicks, looks over to Mama and Papa*

Denver: *Going to try and distract Tracks from the ouch...*

Raoul: *looks up from Freddy and facepalms again* Aw, man, you two...

Denver: *breaks the kiss when she starts to get a bit dizzy* *Quietly* We'd best be goin' soon....

Tracks: *blinking and smiling as he nods and then gently escorts her around to her side of the sedan* Well don't just stand there, you hoodlums.

Beau: *Snerks and moves to gently herd Will towards the sedan*

Raoul: *looks toward Will, sees him already in hand, goes and sticks himself in his place and then turns and pokes Dion in the belly*

Dion: *Babble squeal click!*

Will: *Carefully getting into his seat up front, will turn to click at Dion, Raoul, and Beau*

Raoul: *grins and pokes him too*

Will: *Clickstorm!*

Raoul: *chuckles and then fastens his seatbelt* So, we gettin' this show on the road?

Tracks: *just sniffs at him and gets into the driver's seat*

Denver: *Tips her head back against the headrest and tries to get Rose to settle down*

Tracks: *gives her a look of concern over Will's head* Denver?

Denver: 'M fahn... Rosie's jes' 'spressin' 'erself...

Tracks: Are you sure? I can feel that...

Will: *Worried clicks*

Denver: 'M sure... She jes' got excahted 'cause we were showin' our 'fection f'r 'un anotha... *Chuckle*

Tracks: *slight blush as he pulls the car out of the parking area, then waves to Dixie, Jake, and Mathew before turning the sedan to go*

Jake: *Waves with the rest of his family, before the Lamonts are heading back inside*

Denver: *Soft sigh as Rose finally settles down*

Dion: *Happy babblings, has bunny towel, can see Bubbies and Mama*

Tracks: *clicks softly to Dion, and then reaches across Will to gently squeeze his wife's hand as they head down the road*


Back at the Ark


Rachel: *having a happy morning time as she feeds her husband, her kids, her dog, and her grandkids* Stephan, let go of Sven's head. *over to the recliner that Jack's tucked in with a plate of blue cookies for him*

Stephan: I'm showing him how you have to hit something hard! And fast!

Rachel: Would you like Greg to give his own demonstration?

Stephan: *looks at Greg*

Greg: *growls at him*

Cyrus: Knock it off, Stephan. Come eat before Desi gets it all.

Destiny: *Click click click around her mouthful of food*

Jack: *going to try and feed himself, will chuckle at the pout Sven gives Rachel*

Sarah: *sooo not awake yet, is snuggled against Simon and clicking quietly to Nancy*

Nancy: *precisely buttering a piece of warm whole grain toast before she puts equal care into applying strawberry jam. Cuts it into triangles and then offers the finished product to Sarah*

Greg: *smooshes his egg sammich in Sven's face* Yuck.

Simon: *blink* What you, Greg do that for?

Sandra: *Grump grump grump* *Nommatoast*

Sarah: *Quietly thanks Nancy, will nibble on breakfast*

Sven: *Gonna try walloping Greg now, kthx*

Stephan: Yeah! Hit him hard!

Aaron: *hits his brother hard!*

Stephan: Ack!

Rachel: Next person who hits someone doesn't get anymore breakfast. Or to go to Texas.

Sven: *Will be good. And sulk*

Destiny: *going to give Greg toast with grape jelly. By poking a corner of it at his mouth*

Greg: *stink eye for Destiny, but then tastes what she's offering and frowns* You, Desti no like grape jelly.

Destiny: *Headshake* Real grapes better. *Will go poke at her fish now, kthx*

Rachel: Desti, you haven't had enough to eat yet. Do you want some lox on toast? *still sitting on the arm of Jack's chair*

Greg: *cheerful again as he insults his favorite fish* Stinky lox.

Destiny: *Click click click, wants to go play with her fish.*

Simon: *offers Destiny some of his own Nancy made strawberry jam toast* You, Desti like red jam?

Destiny: *pulls a face* Too sweet.

Rachel: *blinks* But that jam doesn't even have sugar in it, sweetheart.

Stephan: *tastes lemon jelly without putting it on toast. Puckers*

Aaron, Cyrus, and Loyd: *crack up and hoot at brother*

Greg: *mocking* Him Stephan want to kiss somebody.

Destiny: Thrrrpt... *moving to try and go to her fish again*

Rachel: Let her go, Simon. Greg, heel. Aaron, Cyrus, Loyd...

A,S, and L: *hushup and eat*

Sandra: *Will nab what Destiny didn't want*

Sarah: Us Dinobots and them Technobots going to dig soon?

Rachel: As soon as whoever's going to supervise comes to get you. So hurry and eat what you want while you can, okay, sweetheart?

Sarah: *nod nod, will focus on eating breakfast*

Greg: *becomes as to a vacuum cleaner. Lox is soon an extinct species on the dining table*

Jack: *Chuckles as he watches that*

Loyd: *looks in the rollmop jar, his fork poised*

Sandra: *Taking a cue from watching Uncle Seamus and Uncle Samuel, will hip-check Loyd*

Loyd: *startled* Whaheywhat? *looks down at Sandra* What?

Sandra: *Scowling at you, Loyd. No, it's not threatening looking, as it's more of a scowly pout than anything*

Loyd: What? *looks around* I didn't step on your toy dog again.

Simon: That her Sandy's fish.

Sandra: My fish.

Loyd: ...All of it? *looks at the big jar*

Sarah: *Scolding clicks for her sister*

Rachel: *leans down to give Jack a peck on the cheek* Stay. *then gets up to go to the fridge and bring back another jar of rollmops, which she opens and sets in front of Loyd*

Loyd: *perk* These aren't Sandy's?

Rachel: Nope, these aren't Sandy's. *helps herself to a toasted bagel*

Sven: *nomming breakfast and grumping because Raoul and Jake aren't going to be digging today*

Rachel: Jake had to go home to his mom and dad, and Raoul had to go with his mom and dad in the car. But Naomi will be coming with you.

Sven: Hrmph... Stupid she... *He's just missing his friends*

Rachel: *offers him toasted bagel with Swedish fish paste spread on it*

Sven: *Grumps a bit more before settling down to have fishy bagel goodness*

Rachel: ^_^ *sniffs paste* ... *spreads some on her half bagel and then adds crunchy peanut butter*

Cyrus: o.0

Sarah: *Headtilt, will scoot over to see what Mama is doing*

Rachel: *offers her sugar and spice girl a bite*

Sarah: *Curious clicks around her bite, headtilting slightly as she considers the flavors of the nom*

Greg: *grouses that it stinks, but is trying to get over to have a bite too*

Rachel: *gives him a bite too, and then offers it to Cyrus, who shows his age by scooting away from it*

Sandra: *happily making more rollmops vanish out of her big jar*

Loyd: *nomming from the other jar, though he puts all his on his plate first*

Maria: *knocks on the door*

Rachel: *hollers* Come in!

Greg: But don't track in MUD!

Rachel: *snerks as she hears her own instructions to Dinobots parroted*

Maria: *chuckling as she comes in, having removed her shoes before coming into the house* Johnny's taking care of Nosebiter, but he'll be here soon.

Rachel: Look, guys, Aunty Maria and Uncle Johnny are taking you to the river today. What do you think of that?

Stephan: *tries to talk around a full mouth and gets sibling clocked for it*

Sarah: *Happy clickstorm! Will go get her coat!*

Simon: *hurries to finish his meal, then carefully wipes his face and follows sister* Sarah, you not need coat. Us will PINpoint to hot place by river, remember?

Sarah: *Pauses by the door to the hallway* Oh, yeah... Me Sarah forget... *Sheepish smile*

Simon: *gives her a hug and a kiss and then hurries to brush his teeth*

Technobots: *heading for tooth brushings too, having brought the needed equipment*

Sarah: *Going to brush her teeth as well, will stop to give Destiny a goodbye hug... only to come hurrying back to Mama* Her Destiny curled up by fishies.... *Worried*

Rachel: *quick glance over toward Destiny and then walks over quickly* Desti? Baby, are you feeling bad?

Destiny: *Quiet clicks, is feeling a bit urky right now*

Rachel: *kneels beside her and scans, one hand going out to smooth the big sparklet's hair back*

Destiny: *Got into some chalk the other day, which is disagreeing with her systems a bit, but not in any way that isn't normal for that sort of thing*

Rachel: Awww. I'll get you some medicine after the others are gone, okay? *gentle hair smoothing*

Destiny: *quiet clicks, curls up a bit more and nods*

Rachel: *gives her a kiss and pulls an afghan over her, then goes back to grab the box she got in the mail the night before*

Fluffy: *perks from where he's laying on top of a book shelf. He knows what that box is*

Fred: *little green head pops out of the dollhouse in the Kittywalk tower as he hears his brother beep*

Moofy: *Curious deedle, will press his face against the mesh to see what's up*

Rachel: *opens the box and takes out several tiny rag dolls of various colours of dress, hair, and skin* *grins and pitches one at Fluffy*

Fluffy: *plays a raspberry. But takes the doll and studies it curiously*

Rachel: *gets up and offers the box of dolls to Destiny* Do you want one, sweetheart? A sister for little Johnny?

Destiny: *Quiet clicks as she nods*

Rachel: Go ahead and pick. *gentle and encouraging clicks*

Destiny: *picks one that has similar coloring to little Johnny*

Fluffy: *just let his siblings out*

Fred: *tackles Chance in passing*

Chance: *Yaps at Fred, hind end just a-wigglin'!*

Bubba: *Runs into the door frame. Again*

Lyra: *Will beetle over to Destiny and snuggle the younger female*

Rachel: *winces and chuckles at the thunk even as she turns her head to check on Jack* Bubba, over here. You don't need to go out of the room. *clicks*

Jack: *Watching the absent-minded drone with a small smile. Clearly remembers making the little guy*

Bubba: *ooo? Mama has shiny?* *Beetles over*

Moofy: *Will climb onto your shoulder, Mama*

Rachel: *sets the box down where her smallest children can see it* One each, okay?

Simon: *back from tooth brushing. Sees what Mama has and calls down the hall* Sarah! Her Mama have dollies!

Bubba: *Happy beeps as he sees the little dolls, loses his mind with glee and starts running in circles*

Fred: *consider consider... get roadkilled by Bubba* Beep!

Sarah: Dollies? *Is going to come and look*

Bubba: *GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* *ohai Sissy!*

Rachel: *snags Bubba, being careful not to unseat Moofie. Then picks Fred up and looks at him, only to chuckle as she realizes that the little green guy is laughing*

Sarah: Mama have dollies?

Bubba: *GLEEE*

Rachel: Right here in the box, baby. Do you want one?

Sarah: Please.

Rachel: Are you finished your teeth?

Sarah: *Opens her mouth to show that she has brushed her teeth*

Rachel: *chuckles* Come get a dolly.

Sarah: :3 *Will look over the dolls, before choosing one that has a frown* This dolly sad... needs lovin'... *nodnod*

Bubba: *Beeps when he sees what Sissy has!*

Rachel: *looks* Oh sheesh, she gave me one of the sad ones. *chuckles*

Fred: *offers brown dolly with a pink dress to Bubba*

Bubba: *Doooood, dolly! Will love upon the dolly and beep happily*

Rachel: *chuckles* Sandy? Do you want a baby? Nancy? Boys?

Nancy: *comes out of the hall* Oh, I haven't got any dolls. I suppose it would be nice to...

Stephan: *shoves past her and zooms in* Sure!

Sarah: *Scolding clicks when Destiny startles and fusses*

Stephan: *wilts a little* Sorry.

Bubba: *Waving his new dolly up at Stephan. See my new pretty?*

Destiny: *Quiet fussing*

Stephan: *kneels beside her and clicks, but accepts the dolly that Fred gives him*

Fred: *then herds Nancy over to the box, where she considers for several moments*

Rachel: *smiles at Nancy, and then looks at Lyra* What about you, sweetheart?

Nancy: *starts to talk to Bubba about his doll as she considers*

Lyra: *headtilt, studying the dolls for a few moments before she chooses one that's smiling cheerily*

Moofy: *Deedle*

Nancy: *looks at Moofy* Oh, you can't reach the box.

Rachel: *praising Lyra for her choice and chuckling because there are music notes on the doll's dress*

Lyra: ^.^

Moofy: *Going to try and hang onto Rachel's shirt and reach for the box*

Nancy: *lifts the box so that the little drone can reach the contents*

Moofy: *Deedles his thanks and chooses a doll*

Nancy: She has a pleasant expression. *smiles her serious smile*

Moofy: *happy deedles*

Rachel: You like that baby, huh, Moofy? *grins*

Moofy: *nodnod, will cuddle his baby now*

Rachel: *grin widens and she lowers her voice* Should we give one to Jack?

Fred: *looks up and nod nods!*

Stephan: Aww, yeah!

Simon: *nod nod nod*

Nancy: *thinking about it*

Chance: *Going to try 'peeing' on Stephan's foot*

Stephan: Ack! *moves foot!*

Moofy: *Deedles agreement*

Lyra: *nodnod, looks over in Jack's direction*

Bubba: *Has NO idea what's going on, happy beep!*

Rachel: *snerks and scootches over to hold the box out to her husband*

Jack: *had started to nod off, blink blink* *Soft 'heh, and then he's reaching for one of the dolls*

Rachel: *makes sure he can reach*

Fred: *advising him. Deedle deedle beep*

Sarah: *has come over to advise as well*

Jack: *Chuckles and tries to get his free hand to cooperate so he can pat Fred on the head and smooth Sarah's hair a bit*

Rachel: *soft laugh and then gets up to offer the doll box to Maria*

Maria: Etsy?

Rachel: Yup. Three for ten bucks. I spent fifty. *grin*

Maria: *chuckle* Bet Johnny'll like one...

Rachel: Go ahead and grab one for him too.

Fred: *gonna sit on Daddy now and bob his doll at Jack's doll* Beep beep beep.

Jack: *quiet clicks for Fred*

Maria: *Chuckles and grabs a doll for her husband as well, will tuck it into his pocket when he gets here*

Sandra: *Back from brushing her teeth*

Rachel: *offers Sandra the doll box* Do you want a baby?

Greg: *looks over Sandra's shoulder and snorts, then pushes past her* Dumb dollies...

Sandra: *Baps Greg on the arm* You Greg wait your turn!

Greg: Me Greg going to kiss him Daddy good bye, not want dumb dolly!

Naomi: *just PINpointed right into the living room* Greg... that's not nice.

Greg: *stink eye and goes to kiss Jack*

Sandra: *Huff, will focus on choosing her dolly now, kthx*

Simon: Naomi! Mama, her Naomi can have dolly too?

Rachel: *holding the box for Sandra to poke around in* If she wants one.

Sandra: *Can has dolly that looks sorta like her*

Rachel: *grins* Do you know her name? *arm around Naomi as the Wust Feen child comes over to look into the box*

Sandra: *Small headshake* Not yet....

Destiny: *Quietly* Will tell when ready....

Sandra: *Clicks to Destiny*

Destiny: *clicks back, before curling up under the afghan*

Jack: *Attention going to Destiny* *Small, worried frown*

Rachel: Oh, Naomi, you've already got a dolly. *gentle tug on the ribbon hair of the long limbed, long nosed rag doll that has its arms tied around the little girl's neck*

Naomi: *laughs as she sorts through the box 'o babies* Ja, Sarah vanted to see my favorite dolly.

Sarah: *Clickstorm, comes over to see what Naomi's dolly looks like*

Naomi: *picks a little dark-skinned baby with red hair and then unties her bigger doll's arms to show her to Sarah* You've seen her before. This ist Sand Dancer. *smooths the doll's white pigtails*

Wesson: *tap on door*

Rachel: COME IN!

Sandra: But don't track in mud! *loving on her dollbaby now*

Wesson: *laughing as he comes in and stands on the mat* You guys ready?

Sarah: *Clickstorm, is happily talking to Sand Dancer*

Sven: *Grump grump grump* Him Jake and Him Raoul not digging today.

Wesson: No, they got other stuff they have to do. But hey, you got me. *grins*

Greg: *snorts and stomps over to touch him* Lets get this stupid show on road already.

Sandra: Her Desti not feeling good, so no dig for her today... *Tucks her baby in her pocket*

Maria: *sidles over and sticks her hand in her husband's back pocket*

Wesson: *startles slightly and gives his wife a quizzical look*

Maria: *Stuck something in that pocket, but will look innocent*

Sarah: *Will move to gently tug Naomi and Sand Dancer over as well*

Sven: *Hug for Mama, will scoot over to Uncle John*

Wesson: *fishes the little baby out of his pocket and grins, then leans down to stash her securely in his cargo pocket before straightening and giving Maria a peck*

Stephan: *slams on the brakes as he rushes over ahead of his siblings* Eewwww. Guys...

Wesson: You hush up. *chuckle*

Maria: *amused chuckle*

Sarah: *Will stop to hug Mama*

Sandra: *makes a face* Pleh.

Rachel: *gives Sarah a hug and a kiss, then gently tugs Naomi's pigtail as the little one heads for the rest of the group*

Simon: *looking around and making sure everyone's got what they need* You, Uncle Johnny have lunch for us Dinobots and them Technobots?

Wesson: Nooo, but Uncle Chuck does.

Simon: Yay! Me Simon like fried chicken and macaroni salad!

Greg: Yech! :p

Sven: *grump*

Wesson: Whaaat? You guys asked him if you could have it again today.

Sandra: Him Sven miss him Raoul and him Jake...

Wesson: Aww. *Gives the big sparklet a hug and then messes his hair.* Let's go do so much work that we surprise 'em when they get back.

Greg: *perks slightly* Ha! Him Raoul make stupid face, him be so surprised!

Technobots: *have been mustered by sister and are making faces at having to hold hands*

Sarah: *Clickstorm as she reaches for the closest Technobot's hand*

Aaron: *stops griping and smiles down at her*

Simon: *checks the line* Every body touching everybody?

Sandra: *grabs Simon by the wedgie loop on his pants* Yup.

Wesson: *cracks up and then waves to Rachel before PINpointing everyone out*

Rachel: *laughing too and shaking her head as she closes the dolly box and sets it on the kitchen island* Alright, now, therapy for you, sport, and medicine for Desti. ...Bubba, that's Mama's pant leg, not a tunnel.

Bubba: *Happy beep*

Jack: *Chuckles and tries to get his chair to go up*

Rachel: Sport, stay. *reaches down and pulls Bubba out of her pants, then cuddles him with one arm as she gets her laptop and brings it over to set it on Jack's lap. Brings up Etsy, searches out 'paperdoll', and then offers her husband a hundred dollar gift card*

Jack: *Chuckle* More babies for Sarah?

Bubba: *Showing Jack his baby*

Rachel: *chuckles* Why not? She takes care of each and every one of the ones she already has.

Jack: Stick to the child-friendly ones? *Already starting therapy*

Rachel: You know what she likes. *grins and kisses his hair, then settles Bubba into the doll cradle in the Grand Prix pen and waves her hand* Anybody else want inside before I close the door?

Lyra: *moving to climb onto the back of Jack's recliner with her baby*

Moofy: *Headshake, is loving his dolly*

Rachel: *can see that Fred's busy talking to the hens where they're perched contentedly in their big inside cage, so zips up the door and straightens* Wha... //Maria, is there a white dog with you?//

Maria: //Yeah... I think he snuck in with the Technobots... // *sounds amused*

Rachel: //Ah, no, that was probably Greg and Sven's doing. That's Chinook. He's ours.//

Maria: //Alright... Do you want me to bring him back?//

Rachel: //Is he causing any trouble with Lt. Keller's dogs?//

Maria: //No, they're just surprised that he kissed them...// *Yup. definitely amused*

Rachel: *laughs* //And what's Lt. Keller think of him?//

Maria: *Chuckle* //Chinook got mugged... I think Lt. Keller likes him almost as much as Greg and Sven do.//

Rachel: *more laughter, even as she goes to the kitchen to make a nice tank soothing drink* //I guess he'll be alright there, then. I've already noticed he doesn't chase livestock.//

Maria: //He's a good dog.//

Rachel: //Yup, thankfully. He'll help you keep the boys in line, too. He's imprinted on Jack as alpha, and sees himself as a lieutenant in charge of pupsitting.//

Maria: *SNERRRRK* //So if I see him herding Greg and Sven around, all's quiet on the western front?//

Rachel: *snerks herself* //Well, he's not a herd dog. That'll be Lt. Keller's border collie, I hear.//

Maria: *Chuckle* //Alright...//

Rachel: //Let me know if anything comes up, okay? Crusher out.//

Maria: //Will do. Mrs. Wesson out.//

Rachel: *chuckles as she closes the link* That is one happily married woman. *adds the last touches to the medicine*

Jack: *Chuckle, adds a set of paper dolls that he thinks Sarah will like to the shopping cart*

Rachel: *scoots over for a peek* What'd you find? Oh that's a big set.

Jack: *nod* Sarah will like the bridal party outfits, and the pajamas... I think...

Rachel: *grins* She will. Do those come in the mail, or by email?

Jack: E-mail...

Rachel: *bigger grin* Good thing I just refilled the printer. *fixes one of his curls, and then goes to bring the drink to Destiny* Here, baby, this nice oil will help you feel better.

Destiny: *Quiet clicks, moves to sit up*

Rachel: *kneels beside her and puts an arm around her, then glances over at the screen and smiles* *softly* Look, the hidey-fish came out of his house.

Destiny: *quiet clickstorm, looks*

betta fish: *gooping around up at the top of the virtual tank, instead of hiding inside the little ship sculpture and chasing the catfish around*

Destiny: *happy clicks, will sip at her medicine*

Rachel: *grins and settles down to cuddle her and watch Jack shop*


Kriti's room inside the Ark medical ward


Kriti: *rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and moving to get the head of her bed tilted up*

soft, shy tap: *sounds at her door*

Kriti: *looks over to the door and gives the command for the door to open*

tiny little round face: *peeks in, dark almond eyes slightly wide with dismay. It is a tiny little ponytailed girl in a Japanese school uniform* *very softly* ~Hello.~

Kriti: *Small smile* ~Hello.~

Usagi: *looks down, then takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders* ~This small one's grandfather suggested that you might like to speak with this small one.~

Kriti: *Making her bed go up so she's sitting upright* ~I would like the company... Not many people here speak our language...~

Usagi: ~Grandfather does, and Dr. Ruteger, and Lt. Col. Oberson.~ *still hesitating on the threshold because she hasn't been invited in*

Kriti: *Gently* ~Please come in. There are comfortable chairs, if you wish to sit.~

Usagi: *bows solemnly, and then comes over to offer a pretty shell in the proper and polite way to give gifts* ~You would honor this small one to receive this gift. It has given this small one joy, and she would like to share.~

Kriti: *Quietly, not quite sure of the proper, formal response* ~Thank you.~

Usagi: *holds the shell up, gently and earnestly indicating that Kriti should take it. She is so intent that her tiny teeth are nibbling on her lower lip*

Kriti: *leans to reach for the shell, taking care not to dislodge her cord from the berth*

Usagi: *gives it, and then bows, her bright eyes shining as a smile peeks past the seriousness*

Kriti: *carefully studying the cowrie shell, doesn't realize that she's clicking softly all the while*

Usagi: *getting a chair as bidden, looks up and softly clicks the sparklet greeting that Blitzwing carefully taught to her the first day that he'd brought her to the creche here instead of the kindergarten that she'd gone to in Japan*

Kriti: *continues to click, though now, she's trying to imitate Usagi*

Usagi: *eyes wide again, only now it's with delight as she very carefully repeats herself so that the bigger girl can hear the right way for the simple phrase*

Kriti: *Will get it right eventually.*

Usagi: *hand slips into her blazer pocket and pulls out what looks like a small rectangle of pink calico as she repeats herself*

Kriti: *Keeps trying, and soon she's got it right*

Usagi: *drops the rectangle on her lap as she claps her hands* ~Oh good work! You have it just right!~

Kriti: *Ducking her head a bit, smiling*

Usagi: *aaand now she's shy again, her hand closing around that pink rectangle as she looks bashfully down at her lap* ~This small one's grandfather thinks that the two of us can teach each other many things.~

Kriti: *Slight headtilt, considering how to word what she wants to say* ~There is much we can learn from one another...~

Usagi: *sadness comes into her soft voice* ~This small one isn't with the other children because she couldn't understand them and became shy.~

Kriti: *considering look* ~They are using English?~

Usagi: ~Some of them, but most of them are very small yet, and they were speaking in the language of that greeting that this small one helped you to learn. The biggest ones who speak English are away on a field trip today.~

Kriti: *Small nod* ~I understand English as well... If you would like to learn it, I can help you...~

Usagi: *looks up, eyes widening again as her little barely visible eyebrows raise with interest* ~Oh!~ *absently turns the rectangle over so that Kriti will be able to see the kitten appliqued on the other side* ~This small one would be honored to learn.~

Kriti: ~I have a few ideas that I think will be good to learn from...~ *is already making a list of materials to make flashcards with, as well as picture books and the like*

Usagi: *peeks and tilts her head, wondering what those symbols mean. Some of them look like pieces of kanji...*

Kriti: *Falling back on an old habit, has stuck the eraser end of her pencil in her mouth as she thinks of what else to add to the list*

Usagi: *absently pats the kitten doll that Blitzwing bought for her, then gets up on her knees so that she can see Kriti's list better* ~Might this small one ask a question?~

Kriti: *looks up* ~Of course. Asking questions is how one learns.~

Usagi: *small finger points to the list* ~Thank you. Is this English writing?~

Kriti: *nods* ~Yes. The English writing has fewer characters than kanji and kana, but the vowels have more sounds...~

Usagi: *up go those eyebrows again* ~More sounds? ...Wait. Forgive this small one's stupidity, but what are vowels?~

Kriti: *Gently, but firmly* ~Not knowing something does not make you stupid... Choosing to remain in such a state does. You are seeking to learn more, therefore, you are not stupid.~ *Will write five letters on her notepad, and beneath them, the corresponding kana* ~Every word in English uses vowels...~ *Will try and explain vowels in a way that makes sense*

Usagi: *eyes widening again* ~Ohhhh! Each symbol makes a sound.~

Kriti: *Nod nod* ~What makes English strange is that these symbols have more than one sound...~ *Will write the sounds out in kana, carefully sounding them out as she does so*

Usagi: *bewildered, holds kitty close* ~...How does one know which sound to use?~

Kriti: ~By practicing, and by listening to others speak... Asking them to repeat themselves slowly is good as well. It is not shameful to ask for help...~

Usagi: ~This small one will do whatever she has to to learn this correctly.~ *soft voice is firm*

Kriti: *Smile, nod* ~I will help you as long as you wish me to.~

Usagi: ~Thank you, Kriti-chan.~

Kriti: *reaching for Usagi's hand to give it a gentle squeeze*

Usagi: *big smile, and then she holds up the little rectangle with the kitten on it* ~What would this one be called?~

Kriti: *Slight headtilt as she thinks*

Usagi: ~She is a kitten, not a teddy bear.~

Kriti: ~She is pink.... Almost like strawberry cream....~

Usagi: ~No, see? Her face is orange.~ *holds the little toy out so that Kriti can more clearly see the kitten and how her green and yellow dress is made by putting cloth behind a clear window where her body is*

Kriti: *small clicks as she thinks* ~What about Uranyan?~

Usagi: *blinks and blushes* ~Forgive me. I mean, in English, how do you say kitten?~

Kriti: ~Oooh...~ *Will slowly sound the word out*

Usagi: *listens carefully, and then* Kee ten?

Kriti: *gently corrects the pronounciation* Kih-ten...

Usagi: Kih-ten. *lifts brows*

Kriti: *nodnod* ~Yes. Very good.~

Usagi: *smiles and then thinks, before pointing to her doll* Ees kih-ten.

Kriti: *nod, smiling*

Usagi: *settles on the bed and scootches across the vinyl to snuggle against the bigger girl* *pats her gently* Ees Kriti.

Kriti: *nod, and then she's blinking a bit as she realizes something* ~My apologies, but I did not ask your name earlier...~

Usagi: *blinks and looks dismayed* ~Ah, I didn't tell you. This small one is Bunny.~

Kriti: *Gentle patpat* ~It is an honor to meet you, Bunny.~ *Smiles and carefully snuggles, again being mindful of her cord*

Usagi: *snuggles close in the confident and gentle way of a well trained but loving small child* *pats herself* Ees Usagi.

Kriti: *nod, smiling and clicking quietly as she snuggles. Is quite happy, and it shows*

Usagi: *little face beaming because she's made her new friend happy, will now point to other things in the room to learn their names*

Kriti: *Will identify every item that she knows the name of, making sure to pronounce the words carefully so Usagi will be able to understand what she is saying*

Russell: *is sending Blitzwing a live feed of this*



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