JV. Wyatt Ranch.

[dens_extra_pups]

Lizzy: *walks in with loudly dressed squirrel on her shoulder, and cutely dressed pullet singing at her feet. Stops short* Maaaa, Buster's in the sink with the dishes again!

Bethany: *coming out of the pantry to get the cat out of the sink. Again* Buster, out of the sink!

Buster: *big Pixie Bob looks up from where he was patting softly at the roasting pan and talks softly to Mom*

Lizzy: *wrinkles her nose as she heads for the living room to check on her hissing cockroach* Is he slimy again?

Bethany: *moving to check* When you're done checking on your pet roach, go take a bath or a shower.

Lizzy: *muffled as she nuzzles Papa* I did at the bunk house. *amused to think that her mom thinks she's uncouth enough to come in with a week's worth of fence repairing grime on her*

Buster: *isn't greasy this time, except on his paws* *is, however, looking to kiss Mom on the nose as she comes over*

Bethany: *will try and catch the big cat so she can wipe his paws off* Buster, you know better than to get into the sink.



Bethany: *sighs and gets Buster cleaned up and dried off* Crazy cat.

Buster: *big purr as he cuddles Mom and the towel*

Lizzy: Found out a rat won't work for Lacy. *sighs as she comes in, then stops and puts a hand out so that Chicky can sit on it as the young Shamo flaps to let her know she's like up*

Bethany: Why not? *knows of her daughter's interest in finding good pets for her closest friends, and has been helping with that to an extent*

Lizzy: Because even guinea pigs give her dad the vapours. *snuzzle for Chicky as the pullet lands nicely on her wrist* You're starting to weigh a ton, hon.

Chicky: *soft sing sing*

Bethany: Good grief. That man is seriously high-strung. *sets Buster down once she's gotten him dried off*

Buster: *loves Mom's leg, and then walks over to exchange kisses with NukeThing as the mutant squirrel goes down Lizzy's leg and chirrups at him*

Lizzy: Well, you wouldn't let me have a pet rat when I asked at first, either. Yeah, I know. I was three. *looks in the fridge, Chicky still singing happily on her wrist*

Bethany: Exactly. You were three, and just starting to learn about being a responsible pet owner. What about a rooster like Lionel?

Lizzy: *snorts* They're right in the centre of town. Besides, he'd be scared of a fighting chicken. *sandwich stuff in one hand* Do you want me to fix supper?

Bethany: ... That man has issues. And some people raise chickens in suburban environments. I was planning on using the roasted turkey to make sandwiches, and soup tomorrow night. *yes, she already boiled the turkey bones to make stock*

Lizzy: *thoughtful look at the turkey, and then puts it back* How about grilled cheese? Oh, and Mr. Shimada says he wants to contribute toward Kamekurra's sheep.

Bethany: Grilled cheese sounds good. And that's nice of him.

Lizzy: *checks in the freezer of the fridge* Oh. Burgers. Want a patty with your cheese? Guess it's funny. Mr. Shimada's got a red kangaroo and a bunch of crazy geese, and Mr. Parker's scared a rat's going to eat his face.

Bethany: *amused snort* We haven't had heart attack on a plate in awhile. Mr. Parker seriously needs help if animals scare him that badly.

Lizzy: *gently drops Chicky and tells NukeThing to sit on the table* But he still wants Lacy to know what having a pet's like. *over to the sink to wash her hands*

Buster: *complains. Why does sissy get to wash things if he can't?*

Bethany: *headshake* Well, what about one of those robot kits that Catherine sent us a link to?

Lizzy: *soft snort* Lacy's not that kind of nerd. *wipes hands and grabs the mini grill to set it on the counter* I'm thinking Cozmo.

Bethany: ... *amused snort* Oh, she'll have fun with that.

Lizzy: *laughs as she remembers the videos she's watched with her mom, then glances toward the table* Good Thingie.

NukeThing: *looks over from where he's sitting on Mama's chair, talking to Chicky while she preens his onesie*

Lizzy: You just go on playing with your sister. *attention back to frying fat, succulent burgers* So did the egg hatch?

Bethany: *chuckles and nods* Yes. I'm not sure whether the chick is a male or a female, so for right now, it's Little Bill. I've got it set up in a stall next to Queenie.

Lizzy: *laughs out loud* It'll think Queenie's mama instead of you.

Bethany: Not with as often as I'm out to check on it.

Lizzy: Did you keep the eggshell?

Bethany: *nods* I did.

Lizzy: *chuckles* Pass the cheese?

Bethany: *will pass the cheese to Lizzie*

Lizzy: *pulls six slices out of the package*

Bethany: Six slices? *raised brow*

Lizzy: *looks over her shoulder and quirks a brow* You said you like lots of cheese. *and she thinks that if she doesn't give her mom a chance to scold, Bethany will feel obsolete*

Bethany: *mock stern look* Lizzie...

Lizzy: *cheesy grin. Because she just put two of the slices in it* Four?

Bethany: You are worse than your sister sometimes.

Lizzy: Only sometimes? *puts three slices of the delicious smoked pepper sheep cheese on each of the four burger patties, then adds split buns to toast over the drippings*

Bethany: I never had to put you on a kiddy leash.

Lizzy: *another look over the shoulder* What?

Chicky: *leash? Where leash? Sing*

Bethany: Catherine liked to take off running when I'd take her on errands. She wanted to see EVERYTHING.

Lizzy: *chortles* You're such a mean Momma!

Bethany: *dryly* Yes, I am. Which is why she's still alive today.

Lizzy: No. I mean you're just now telling me about this. I could've been teasing Cat for years!

Bethany: And that is why I hadn't told you before now. Catherine already knows.

Lizzy: Mean Momma. *turns and gives Bethany a double decker burger with cheese oozing right down the side and onto the plate*

Bethany: Yes, I'm a horrible mother. *rolls eyes and accepts the burger*

Lizzy: *sets her even bigger burger at her place, then turns off the grill and closes it so that NukeThing can't hurt himself while exploring* Want me to get the trimmings?

Bethany: I'll keep an eye on your burger.

Lizzy: *grabs the pickled banana pickles first, humming to herself in the way that means that if a prank happens, it's going to be a real accident*