Loft above Luke's, Saturday morning

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was sleeping in, today, thank you very much. Unless his housemate woke him up to demand breakfast, he wasn't planning on being up until well into the afternoon. He'd woken up long enough to note that he wasn't feeling crazy horny for the first time in a week and decided that that deserved a nice, long morning off from doing anything remotely adult-like or responsible.

The plan was doomed, but he didn't know that yet. The couch was comfortable, Dean was running the diner, Momoko was . . . doing whatever she was doing this morning, and all was right with the world.

[ooc: for a particular child, but also open for other visitors, including and especially the one who arrived last night, should she care to ping.]

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[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Then you can go riding when we visit!" Kayla said. "And help me convince Mama and Daddy that I'm too big for a fat, stupid pony!"

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Only if you make your mom make me a pair of wings."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"I can do that!" Kayla promised, bouncing up and down. "She made a pair for her, so she could fly with us! Hers are blue! What color do you want?"

Because Jane's parents would be thrilled with this idea, yes!

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

Jane had to think abou -- "Black."

Okay, not so much.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"You'll look like you have Eyrien wings instead!" Kayla exclaimed. "They're not feathery like ours. My Unca Lucivar is a Eyrien. He taught Mommy and Daddy how to fly like falcons, instead of like bumblebees. I'mma fly like a falcon one day!"

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Works for me," Jane decided, though she had no idea what an Eyrien was. "Anything else would clash with my mad style."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Why are you angry?" Kayla asked in a little voice. "Did someone wake you up too early? Mama gets grumpy, too."

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Mad. You know, like, awesome. Cool. Fabulous. Wicked."

She probably wasn't helping, was she.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Not really, no.

"Like a bad man?" Kayla asked, trying to make what Jane was saying fit into her worldview.

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

Man, how sheltered was Kayla, not even knowing any old slang? "Like someone you wanna be like."