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kirk_winona February 3 2010, 02:16:00 UTC
Winona usually didn't have company in the room, so when the door chimed, she was a bit shocked. She opened the door nonetheless though, deciding that it might be important.

What greeted her wasn't what she expected. She looked down at little Leonard McCoy and laughed. "What might I ask are you doing at my door, Lenny McCoy?"

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dctr_mccoy February 3 2010, 02:22:07 UTC
"Can Jimmy play?"

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kirktastic February 3 2010, 02:22:49 UTC
Jimmy looked past his mother and got very excited. "Leonard!" He said quietly, waving. He had a padd in his hands, where his mother had given him a book to read on it. He liked the real books better, but this was good.

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kirk_winona February 3 2010, 02:28:10 UTC
Winona grinned when she saw that Lenny made her son happy. "Well, I don't see why not, come on in first."

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joanna_mccoy February 6 2010, 03:05:41 UTC
Joanna pulled the cookies out of the oven, and set them to cool. Two different kinds of cookies with Lenny as her able assistant, helping her dish them onto the pans he'd laid out the silicon mats on and testing the batter.

"Have you had dinner?" She wanted to make ice cream sandwiches but she hadn't had dinner, and that would be setting a bad example. Luckily, they happened to be in the kitchen with really nice people who would feed them.

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dctr_mccoy February 6 2010, 03:11:47 UTC
"Nope," he said, swinging his legs. He had been hungry earlier, but now that he was in another unfamiliar place, with someone who's name he didn't remember, he felt a little unsettled.

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joanna_mccoy February 6 2010, 03:17:15 UTC
Joanna wrapped an arm around him. "How about we see have some dinner? I haven't eaten either. And then we can make ice cream sandwiches with the cookies." She was pretty sure there'd at least be some mac and cheese if not something even better. "They should be cooled down by then. I couldn't have done this without you so easily."

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dctr_mccoy February 6 2010, 03:40:03 UTC
"Okay," he told her, scooting off to the side so he could slide off the counter. Taking her hand again, they walked into the kitchens, where the people who worked there smiled and patted his head, and told him how precious he was.

"Why are they looking at me like that?" he asked her after one particularly enthusiastic hug from a galley worker.

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