random_cantina | Bringing a friend to the cantina. ((locked to victormakesart))

"Thank y'." She smiled at her, resisted the urge to offer to help with the cooking. No way she could hold three babies and cook at the same time, even if one of the babies was sort of flat. She could hardly cook normally.

"Hi, Mary. 'M Victor."

Green eyes that sparkled with mischief and attitude studied her warily before the younger girl offered her a smirk that wasn't unfriendly. "Hey."

Then she walked over to hunker down and look at Ben. "Hey, you. Your ama says it's time for you to come home."

He blinked, then sighed soulfully. "Okay...."

She smiled back at her, laughed lightly, then clucked sorrowfully and patted Ben's head at the approrpriate parts of the previously mentioned actions.

"'S okay, we'll see each other 'gain."

"Yeah?" He brightened, absently taking the ball of pink fluff that Mary handed him. "Weally?"

The fluff squeaked and cooed.

"'M sure, little dude." :D "Whazzat?"

Grin!

"That's my twibble, Bob." Ben hugged it with one arm as he stood and gave her a nice kiss on the cheek and then lay his head on her shoulder.

((That's tribble, lol. And I must to bed. Thanks for playing :D))

((Night!))

The kiss made her maternal instincts (or what counted for them in her case, which was more like 'they're lovely creatures, can I paint them?') flared up. "Awwww." She shifted a grip on the baby, turned her head to yawn. "'S cute."

Mary chuckled, sharp green eyes full of affection as she patted Ben's back. "Come on, little dude. She said she'll see you later, so come on before your ama has to come looking herself."

Ben sighed, then gave a little giggle and patted Victor's back before turning and jumping to Mary. "Bye bye! Have a westful sleep."

She smiled lightly, 'ama' like 'amor' in Latin and Latin-based languages. Ama like mother. She'd never understand being close to family. She loved her brother, and she was very often unhappy with everyone else in her household.

"You too, dude." Grin!

He chuckled, then started waving as Mary got to her feet and didn't stop even after the door had closed behind them.

"Bof," noted Nathan somberly, then cut a massive grin.

Awww, she waved back, grinning. Lookit how cute he was! Babies were freakin' awesome!

She smiled down at him. "Yes, I concur."

Cassie chuckled without looking. "Is Lonnie asleep?"

"Maybe?" Sheepish grin.

She glanced over and saw how still he was. "Yup." Another chuckle. "Good, that means he'll sleep tonight. Do you want him on your bed? Oh, and what do you think of sweet peppers?"

"Awesome! Ummm...'m good at sleepin' alone."

Think-think. "Never met one tha' wasn't perfectly polite. Sorry, that was a bad joke. I like 'em."

The bad joke got her a laugh and another piece of taffy tossed her way. "I wasn't even thinking about that. Just offering the guest the best blanket in the house."

"Bababababa," said Nathan, reaching for her finger and biting it.

Taffy, yay! "Oooh, I get rewarded!" She beamed. "I know, I jus' tend t' feel weird. I think 'm an isolationist at heart. A very social isolationist."

She tickled his nose with her ring finger. "Aye, you've got me trapped now."

"Something like my sister in law the big loner?" asked Cassie rhetorically as baby eyes crinkled into a grin and baby gums tried to chew on the finger without getting sharp baby teeth involved.

And then Mary was back, blowing inside and diving headfirst over the arm of the couch so that she wound up laying with her legs over it. "I am the luckiest #$... girl in the multiverse!"

Cassie just shook her head and tossed a taffy at her too.

She wouldn't mind being chewed on, she was very cheery like that. Even if there were teeth involved. "Ah, yeah. Like...I'd be perfectly content livin' alone, but there's that part of me tha' knows that I'd need a roommate t' remind me t' eat an' t' go on walks wi' at awful hours in th' mornin'."

She laughed. "You make a heckuvan entrance."

"Sam would be perfectly happy living in that old car and being a nerd with her laptop if it weren't for her job." Cassie checked the potatoes and drained them.

Yes, but Nathan was used to hearing 'ow' when he used his teeth. And ow made him cry.

Mary just gave her a cheesy grin and offered her a couple of jelly beans- green and blue. They were Bernie Bott's beans, but she'd sniffed them to make sure that they tasted of nothing worse than onions and minty antacid.

She laughed. "What's her job? An'...gee, that sounds ideal."

Awww, poor dear! Victor had a decent pain tolerance, when no one broke the skin. And sharp or not, babyteeth probably wouldn't do that. 'Less he was a babytiger in disguise. OH-NO-IT'S-A-TIGER-GET-IN-THE-CAR. :D

She grinned, stuck them in her pocket. "Thanks, man."

"Spook hunter," said Mary, poking a bean in her mouth with her taffy.

Nathan just drooled down her wrist, his eyes half-closed with contentment.

"Groovy, dude."

Tickle-tickle, grin. Drooling was only tolerated by her from babies. Nothing else!

Nathan giggled and curled away from the tickles, accidentally getting Victor with a tooth in the process as he tried to keep his nice teething ring.

"Uh huh. Ever hear of Sam 'n Dean Winchester?" Mary twisted so that her head hung over the edge of the couch.

She tickled him a bit more, grinned. "Awww."

"Yeah, heard of 'em." Noddity. She gestured with her non-babied hand.

Bringing a friend to the cantina. ((locked to victormakesart))

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