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[my_pleasure]

[ out near the Candy Shack, under a shady tree, a short mesh fence has been set up in the grass and lined with blankets. Inside is an egg baby! With a few traditional baby toys, like a rattle and a teething ring... as well as a frying pan and a couple of spoons. "Daddy" is lounging against the tree and seems mighty proud

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[sillyrabitricks]

. . .

[my_pleasure]

Oi, Patches!

[sillyrabitricks]

[deadpan] I never knew you were such a good, doting father.

[my_pleasure]

There's a lot of things you don't know about me.

[sillyrabitricks]

Like how you like strawberry jam on plain bread instead of toast because you're not use to having toast as an option?

[my_pleasure]

What are you talking about? I love toast.

[sillyrabitricks]

Liar. You hate toast.

[my_pleasure]

I think I know what I like.

[sillyrabitricks]

It hurts to be so wrong!!

[my_pleasure]

Want me to prove it?

[sillyrabitricks]

I am not actually that invested.

[my_pleasure]

That's too bad, I would have made you some too.

[sillyrabitricks]

I had oatmeal for breakfast! And sandwiches for lunch. I'm good.

[my_pleasure]

But there's always room for toast.

[sillyrabitricks]

IS there jam on it?

[my_pleasure]

Occasionally.