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[dark_peredhel]

*Experiences a slight growth spurt because it's about bloody time.*

*Looks in the mirror.*

OH great. That's just great. I grow up and become less cute, just as Nana's getting ready to squeeze out another sprog. It's NOT FAIR. >:(

NANA!!! I NEED CLOTHES! ... NICE ONES!

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[caranthire]

*staggers out of her room*

...

You grew. Yes. You do need new clothes.

[dark_peredhel]

Yes. I grew. No justice. :|

[caranthire]

*scratches her head*

Huh? What're you on about? You look great! Come here and be hugged.

[dark_peredhel]

*tugs her pyjama top down and obliges*

But I'm bigger. The bigger you are, the cuter you ain't.

[caranthire]

*hugs you tightly*

What, you are worried about not being cute? Don't be ludicrous.

Although when I was your age I tended to try and hurt people who called me cute to my face.

[dark_peredhel]

Not cute, cuter than the new sprog.

'Spose.

[caranthire]

Quit moping. I'll introduce you to the joys of shopping and get you some overly priced designer and tailor made kid stuff for you that will have the peasantry gnash their teeth with envy.

[dark_peredhel]

Like, really 'spensive and unique, with funny little designer labels and stuff?

[caranthire]

Absolutely. And I'm sure your Daer-ada has a few spare shiny trinkets he can send your way. Lord knows we have more jewellery kicking about than any of us know what to do with.

[dark_peredhel]

Sweeeeet.

So...can we go and see Daer-ada today then? :D

[caranthire]

Sure. It might help him keep his mind off the madness for a bit.