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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[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Sounds cool," Jane said. She covered the fork with her hand, then picked her hand up, and the fork was gone.

Not the smoothest slight of hand -- she didn't practice much -- but she was proud, anyway.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, you have Craft, too?" Kayla asked. She was six-almost-seven. She was easy to impress. "Right! Cause we're cousins!"

No, Kayla. That wasn't how this worked.

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

It really wasn't. "Must be it. The cool definitely runs in the family."

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, Karla was having horrible shudders at the idea of her daughter making nice with Tish's.

"You should come visit Glacia," she decided. "You would have fun! Do you like horses?"

For more than just naked weddings, obviously.

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Horses are pretty cool," Jane said, far too grown up to squee about them the way she did when she was twelve. "My dad's friends taught me how to ride when I was a kid."

[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."