dtc, Tavern Commons, New Babies
Old Lumen: *shaking snow from his cloak as he enters the tavern. Pauses when he hears happy cheeping that doesn't sound like Sludge or Snarl* ?? *Looks around for the source of the sound, or for Ironhide*
Ironhide: *sitting on the hearth with her back to the bar and to the door, intent on something in her lap. And now, over the cheeping, can be heard the soft crooning of the lizard babies*
Raoul: *sitting in his chair and looking over at Ironhide with a big grin*
Old Lumen: *Raised brow, moves to approach*
Ironhide: *looks up as she hears his step and catches his scent. Has a huge grin on her own face* Lu, come meet y'ur new son.
Old Lumen: What wee little beastie did you bring home this time? *chuckles and moves to sit next to her*
Ironhide: *turns toward him so that he can see the newborn dragonet laying across her lap and cheeping at the lizard babies as he tries to lift his head on a wobbly neck*
Sludge: *grabs new brother by the ears and kisses him thoroughly* Sludge liiiiike!
Snarl: *gently headbutts the baby dragon* Like.
Old Lumen: A silver dragon, huh?
Ironhide: *soft snerk as she runs her hand down the baby's back and then leans down to kiss Sludge on the head* *softly* Silver nuthin'. 'E's a platinum.
Old Lumen: .... *Boggles*
Ironhide: *softly, as the dragonet sneezes and boggles at it* 'Is name's Skahfahr.
Old Lumen: Skyfire... Suits him... *Chuckles*
Skyfire: *beeeg yawn, and then tries to nuzzle Sludge as she stoops to peek in his mouth* *happy cheeping resumes*
Old Lumen: Where'd you find him?
Ironhide: One 'a the places Ah visited th' othah day. *smooths the little skinny back again, her expression dropping to quiet anger* Th're w're othah platinums th're once, but th'y w're slaves. Somebody'd 'id th's guy back behahnd somethin'. But 'e'd got t' th' point where 'e 'addta 'atch 'r dah...
Old Lumen: Poor guy... *reaches to gently rub the little dragonet's head*
Sludge: Bubby nudie.
Snarl: *Nudie? Here, bubby, have dress!*
Ironhide: *cracking up as Raoul hides his face and tries to keep himself from laughing* Th't ain't gonna fit, Snarl.
Snarl: *Cheep?*
Skyfire: *nuzzling dress, wonders what it is. Cheep cheep! ^_^*
Old Lumen: *Chuckles* I bet Blue could whip up something that'd fit him...
Ironhide: *nods over toward the young blond, who is sitting with Heartstone and Bumblebee in another corner* She's sure trahin'. *picks up Snarl's dress and sees if she can't put it back on him*
Snarl: *Issastreakin'! Cheep cheep cheep!*
Ironhide: Ack! *leans after the little streaker as he scoots across the hearth* Git back 'ere, y'u! *laugh*
Old Lumen: She's gotten pretty good... Too bad Snarl doesn't seem to like keeping his clothes on... *Chuckles*
Ironhide: *straightens as Snarl gets out of reach and offers Old Lumen the scorned baby dress* 'E's gonna git cold, th' li'l goober.
Skyfire: *another beeg yawn, and then puts his head down in Sludge's lap and falls asleep*
Ironhide: *looks down as the cheeping stops, and then chuckles* D'awww.
Sludge: *softly* Sludge liiike!
Snarl: *dives into Old Lumen's beard, earning chuckles from the dwarf*
Ironhide: *looks up and snorts softly* Th't ain't clothes, Snarl.
Snarl: *Happy cheep!*
Ironhide: *shakes her head and offers Old Lumen the baby's dress again* Y'ur 's bad 's y'ur daddy.
Old Lumen: I resemble that remark. *Chuckles and quickly gets Snarl re-dressed*
Sludge: *pat patting the bubby who is sleeping* Bubby seeeep. Warm, Mama? Warm? Bubby seeep!
Ironhide: *looks around, and accepts the baby blanket that Raoul holds out. Gently covers the sleeping dragonet with it, and then folds his big wings close to his body*
Skyfire: *soft peep and nuzzles Sludge without waking*
Old Lumen: *Softly* Aww...
Ironhide: *happy grin as she gently strokes Sludge's little head*
Old Lumen: *Quiet chuckle* *thinks the babies are the cutest things in the tavern*
Ironhide: *leans over the two in her lap to kiss him, but then startles and looks toward the door a full minute before Tracks kicks it open and carries his wife inside* Slag!
Slag: NO!
Bluestreak: o.0
Flashpoint: *Taking deep breaths and doing her best not to wince, has one hand on her belly, while her other arm is around her husband's neck*
Old Lumen: *Concerned, moves to get to his feet*
Tracks: *looks around and then makes straight for his former captain. Tensely* Ironhide, she's in labor.
Ironhide: *giving babies to Old Lumen as quick as she can get Skyfire's little claws out of her pants*
Old Lumen: *will tuck Sludge and Snarl into his tunic, and cradle Skyfire in his arms*
Flashpoint: *bites her lower lip and gets a handful of her husband's shirt as another contraction starts*
Tracks: *feels his wife tense and turns his head to look at her face* *softly* Easy, darling. Breathe... breathe...
Ironhide: Get 'er 'n th' bathin' room. Kick Hound out. *heads for the bar, shouting for Anna*
Flashpoint: *Doing her level best to stay calm and keep her breathing even, wincing slightly*
Mack: *Goes to the bathing room to chase Hound out*
Hound: *elicits catcalls from his friends as he comes dashing out of the bathing room wrapped in a towel and with his pants and boots under his arm* 0_0
Tracks: *brushes past him to bring Flashpoint into the warm, humid room* Mack, empty out that filthy water and get the tub refilled. *thinks a warm bath will help Flashpoint relax*
Mack: *doing so! Will occasionally glance at Flashpoint while the tub refills*
Flashpoint: *biting back whimpers, has her face against Tracks' neck*
Tracks: *pacing and humming softly as he listens to Sideswipe complaining bitterly that Ironhide and Flashpoint have really lousy timing*
Ironhide: *just chased Sideswipe out of Anna's work room and dragged the blushing and scowling tavern keeper out after him*
Trailbreaker and friends: *hoot at Sideswipe too*
Tracks: *softly* I think Sideswipe might actually have been getting a kiss he liked.
Flashpoint: *Very soft snort* *tightens her grip on Tracks' shirt*
Mack: *Will get out of the way now, since the tub's filled*
Ironhide: *comes in just as Mack is going out, has a Deepdancer by the back of the robe with one hand and a jar of good smelling herb tea in the other* Alrahght... yeah, good ahdea. Mack, shut th't door.
Mack: *Will wait till Ironhide and Deepdancer are in the room before shutting the door and sitting in front of it*
Tracks: *very carefully goes to one knee by the tub and then gently lowers his wife into it before taking off the quilt she'd been wrapped in* Easy, darling. Everything's going to be alright.
Ironhide: *chucks the wet quilt into the corner and then comes over to offer Flashpoint the tea* Here, Flash. See if y'u kin drink this.
Deepdancer: *starts rolling the sleeves on her full robe and fastening them up with catches that she sewed on it for that purpose* I have some leaves to put in the bathwater too. Steaming them will probably work even better than burning them.
Flashpoint: *small nod, will try and drink some of the tea*
Ironhide: *shoves Tracks aside slightly as he fusses a bit and hovers* *softly* Y'u wanna keep 'im 'n 'eah?
Flashpoint: *Another nod, is sipping at the tea and doing her best to keep her breathing even*
Ironhide: Alrahght. Tracks, quitcher fussin'.
Tracks: *gives her a Look and moves over to the head of the tub, where he begins to rub his wife's shoulders*
Deepdancer: *comes over and throws wild raspberry leaves and something minty into the bath water*
Flashpoint: *gritting her teeth a bit as a strong contraction hits*
Tracks: *gently rubs her shoulders and murmurs*
Ironhide: *gives her sister her hand* Easeh, jes' do th't breathin' junk, Flash.
Deepdancer: *checking the birthing stool and making sure it's clean*
Flashpoint: *has Ironhide's hand in a deathgrip, will focus on her breathing*
Ironhide: *praying for sister and giving her an anchor* Good, girl. Th't's it.
Tracks: *still rubbing the shoulders* *frown* Doesn't that hurt, Ironhide?
Ironhide: *head shake* Nuthin' Flash does kin 'urt me now.
Flashpoint: *squeezes Ironhide's hand as another strong contraction hits, though this time, she's not able to stifle the whimper that escapes*
Deepdancer: *sets the stool down and looks over* It's alright to make noise, and don't let anybody tell you differently.
Flashpoint: *wincing and squeezing Ironhide's hand again* 'O-ow soon?
Ironhide: *cocks her head and listens, then replies before Deepdancer can say anything* Door ain't open wahd 'nough yet.
Flashpoint: *Very soft groan, though that may be due to discomfort*
Deepdancer: The tea will help with that. Do you want honey in it? Or lime juice?
Flashpoint: *perks up a bit at the mention of lime juice* Lahm juice.
Deepdancer: *goes to the door and tries to open it, then kicks it a few times and growls* Get your dumb aft the sl... eep out of my way, you yahoo.
Tracks: *looking over his shoulder, one brow mildly quirked*
Mack: *Scoots out of the way*
Deepdancer: *out of the room and kicks Mack in passing, then bellows for lime juice and gives Anna a piece of her mind for making her wait*
Ironhide: *listens and then snerks and gently squeezes her sister's hand*
Flashpoint: *Will try and drink a bit more of the tea while she waits for the lime juice*
Deepdancer: *back with one of Mack's large limes, which she cuts with her belt knife and brings over to the laboring woman and her attendants* Here. I have no idea how much you want.
Flashpoint: *will reach for the lime, wants to just bite into the darn thing*
Deepdancer: *gives it*
Ironhide: *soft snerk, she knows what's going to happen*
Flashpoint: *bites into the lime, making soft, pleased sounds as she does so*
Deepdancer: >.o You still need the tea.
Flashpoint: *enjoying the lime first*
Ironhide: *silent sniggerfit at sister*
Tracks: *slight grin as he watches his lady attack her favorite treat*
Flashpoint: *once the lime has been reduced to its skin, she's returning her attention to the tea*
Ironhide: *sticks her hand in the bathwater and frowns a bit* Y'u want this hotter?
Flashpoint: *small nod, is still sipping at the tea*
Ironhide: *deep breath, and then ducks her head and blows fire under the tub, feeling glad there are no rushes on the floor in here*
Tracks: *startled exclamation and wide eyes as he watches that*
Deepdancer: *pauses in mid baby blanket fold* ...
Flashpoint: *Soft sound of surprise*
Deepdancer: ...Is it working?
Flashpoint: Y-Yeah... *Wince*
Ironhide: *hand in the water again and is satisfied that it is now the barely standable heat that has always been her and her sisters' favorite temperature. Sees look on Flashpoint's face and quickly gives her hand back* Easeh, Flash.
Flashpoint: *going to focus on breathing again*
Ironhide: *listening again as her sister squeezes her hand* Y'u need t' get up now.
Tracks: *looks up alertly* But she's comfortable in the water.
Ironhide: Door's nearleh open.
Deepdancer: *over to the stool* Alright. Get her out of there.
Flashpoint: *Going to try and get up now*
Ironhide and Tracks: *helping her*
Tracks: *protests as Ironhide hip-checks him away while he was moving to lift his wife*
Flashpoint: *Deep breaths, deep breaths*
Ironhide: *gets Flashpoint's other hand and scoops her out so she won't put her feet on that hottest spot on the tub floor, then gently sets her on her feet on the warm stone floor* Alright, Tracks, y'u git 'er other sahd.
Tracks: *quickly offering support, his finely sculpted face tense and pale with concern*
Flashpoint: *deep breaths, small nod*
Ironhide: *will try to gently guide sister toward the birthing stool, letting Tracks do the talking as she listens to Flashpoint's body and soon to be born daughter*
Flashpoint: *manages to get to the stool with Ironhide and Tracks' help. Her breathing's quickened, and it likely won't be long before the baby is born*
Deepdancer: *looks at Ironhide, figuring that asking the woman who seems to know will be better than embarrassing the uncomfortable woman by checking herself* The water's broken?
Ironhide: *nods* Door's wahd open.
Tracks: *behind his wife, offering support as he prays silently*
Flashpoint: *bites her lower lip and winces*
Deepdancer: *hands on the belly, feeling the tension and the positioning of the baby inside* I think it's almost time.
Ironhide: *softly* Don' push. She ain't ready yet. Don' push...
Tracks: *gently rubbing Flashpoint's shoulders again*
Flashpoint: *tips her head back, seeking her husband's shoulder*
Tracks: *arms around her as he realizes what that block of wood Deepdancer put back here is for. With his knees on the block he's the right height to kneel and support his wife comfortably* Shhh, darling. Soon. *gentle kiss for her cheek* I love you.
Flashpoint: *Comforted by his presence, focuses on breathing*
Deepdancer: *surprisingly gentle touches for Flashpoint's belly* She's being good. Some try to fight back at this stage.
Ironhide: *slight smile as she once more reassures in response to a wordless question that she can feel*
Flashpoint: *focused on breathing, is at the point that she can start pushing*
Ironhide: Alrahght, Flash. Give 'er. *wordless urging of pushes to that little questioner too*
Flashpoint: *deep breath, will begin pushing*
Deepdancer: *on familiar ground now. Quick double check that she's got everything ready and then starts coaching Flashpoint in her breathing and pushing*
Flashpoint: *following Deepdancer's coaching, can't help but whimper as she does so*
Deepdancer: Go ahead and holler. Maybe it'll make that snooping merchant puke.
Tracks: *sighs and rolls his eyes at the Stormlord's logic*
Flashpoint: *pushing with the contractions, has her eyes shut tightly as the baby's head emerges* Nnnn!
Deepdancer: Alright. Take a break and breathe.
Ironhide: *startles at the sound of a tiny sneeze*
Tracks: *gasp* What was that?
Deepdancer: That's the baby clearing her pipes. *grins and turns the little one a bit so their shoulders will fit better*
Flashpoint: *panting a bit*
Ironhide: *softly* Flash... she's lookin' 'round alreadeh!
Tracks: What? *wonder and amazement in his voice*
Flashpoint: *Opens her eyes* A-alreadeh?
Deepdancer: *quiet chuckle* Yeah, they do that sometimes. Do you feel like you could push again?
Flashpoint: *nods*
Tracks: *braces himself*
Ironhide: *offers Flashpoint both her hands*
Deepdancer: *ready for baby catching* Alright, go.
Flashpoint: *grabs Ironhide's hands, will begin pushing again* *As she pushes, she whimpers and groans, and soon, the baby's shoulders are free, with the rest of the little girl following shortly thereafter*
Deepdancer: Look at that. It is a girl. *wrapping the little one without cutting the cord. Instead just makes sure there's enough length to put the baby against her mother's chest* Let's put them back in the tub. It's nice and warm, and she needs time to lay on Flashpoint's chest and get some milk. *pause* Slag, you're still wearing a soggy nightgown.
Ironhide: *slightly wibbly snerk*
Tracks: *just watching his daughter with silent amazement*
Flashpoint: *soft snerk, is too tired to comment*
Ironhide: *will move sister back to warm tub, then undo buttons and chuckle as a tiny mouth tastes her fingers when they get too close*
Flashpoint: *will try and get the baby situated so she can have her first meal*
Tracks: *gentle helping hands*
Ironhide: *backing off to let him. It's his place, after all* Ah'll go get a fresh nahght dress 'n blanket. *heads out*
Mack: *Waiting anxiously by the door*
Ironhide: *frowns at him, her expression warning him about blowing his cover. Then walks past and goes to cow the guard drake so she can get things from Tracks and Flashpoint's home*
Mack: *will go to the main part of the tavern and wait then*
Old Lumen: *amongst Flashpoint's louts, as they all decided to sit next to him and wait for the news*
Trailbreaker and co: *right there with their friends*
Hound: *shivering slightly. It seems he left his undershirt and tunic in the bathing room*
Desinex: *Moves to drape a spare cloak from her loot around Hound's shoulders*
Bumblebee: ...'Hide looks happy.
Dion: Wonder if it's a boy or a girl?
Hound: *grins at his intended, then watches Anna come to peek into the room*
Anna: *quietly* Hot lime broth? It's made with goat heart and liver to fortify your blood.
Deepdancer: *looks up from her tidying and then over at Flashpoint to see if she wants that*
Flashpoint: *Quietly* Yeah... *Small, tired smile*
Deepdancer: *will go and get it for her*
Anna: *quietly* Can I tell the guys what the baby is?
Deepdancer: That's up to Tracks and Flashpoint. *brings the drink over and hands it to Tracks*
Tracks: *takes a testing sip of the broth and then scrunches his face into one of the incredible expressions that happen when he tastes something new and strongly flavored*
Flashpoint: *Very soft chuckle at the expression her husband is wearing*
Deepdancer: *snerk and then blinks as a tiny chuckle comes from the newborn* Oh great, a character. Why am I not surprised? Are you two alright with the yahoos in the common room getting an announcement about the little bit?
Flashpoint: *as she gently smooths the baby's soft, curly hair* Th' soonah th'y git all'a th' celebratin' outta th'r systems, th' bettah....
Tracks: *softly* Are we calling her Rose?
Flashpoint: *nod* 'T suits 'er...
Tracks: *nods and gently uses a handful of warm water to wash his tiny daughter's hair* Her name is Rose.
Anna: *grins and withdraws* Her name is Rose!
Tracks: *winces at the force of the yell from the common room, his hand protectively over Flashpoint's on Rose's back*
Flashpoint: *Quietly and fondly* Idjits...
Ironhide: *slips back inside* Yup, Anna's kissin' Swahper. *over to hold up a very beautiful little green-trimmed dress* Blue jes' gave me this.
Flashpoint: Aww... *smiling, and trying to gank the broth from her husband*
Tracks: *soft laugh and gives broth* There's pepper in it too.
Flashpoint: *small nod, will sip at the broth*
Ironhide: Ugh. There's the rest'a the business.
Deepdancer: *over to cut baby's cord. Since Rose stayed hooked up to her placenta till it came out she won't need her cord tied off*
Flashpoint: *will gently turn Rose so Deepdancer can reach the cord*
Deepdancer: *uses the little sterile knife from her kit and cuts the thick blood vessel cleanly* There we go.
Rose: *protesting and fussing now*
Deepdancer: Tsk. That didn't hurt. Have some more milk and settle down. *looks at Flashpoint's tankard* How's the broth?
Flashpoint: *As she moves to feed Rose again* 'S good. *Amused as she recalls Tracks' expression*
Tracks: *grins back at her, then moves aside as Ironhide pushes him gently* What?
Ironhide: Th't water's all dirteh. Ah wanna git 'er outta th're so y'u kin fix 't.
Flashpoint: *surprised, but will move to get up*
Ironhide and Tracks: *help her up*
Tracks: *wraps her and Rose in the big towel that Deepdancer handed him*
Ironhide: *will empty and refill the tub herself, satisfied at the clarity of the new water* There y'u go.
Rose: *fussing a bit now that the nice warm wet is gone*
Tracks: *worried look for daughter* What's wrong, Flashpoint? Is she cold?
Flashpoint: *hesitantly* Ah guess she lahked th' water...
Ironhide: Wahl 'eah's some hnace clean water. Y'u jes' gotta git back 'n. *grin*
Flashpoint: *Soft razz for Ironhide, will move to do so, gently humming and trying to soothe Rose's fussiness*
Tracks: *takes the towel and hangs it back up on the rack near the fire, then hunkers down and softly clicks his tongue to his daughter* *quietly and gently* Are you trying to be difficult, darling?
Rose: *settling down once she and Flashpoint are back in the water, wants more nom, and sleeps*
Ironhide: *sitting on the corner of the hearth and watching as Tracks rubs Rose's little back through the water*
Tracks: She's so beautiful. I always thought babies were messy little bald wrinkled things.
Flashpoint: *Soft 'heh', will gently kiss the top of Rose's head and silently thank the Greatest Creator*
Tracks: *gentle kiss for his wife's hair, then smooths it* Are you finished your drink?
Flashpoint: *Will work on that now*
Tracks: Do you feel hungry at all?
Flashpoint: *as she finishes the broth* A li'l... 'M more tahrd, 'onestleh...
Tracks: I was just wondering because I can hear Anna talking on the other side of the fireplace, and she's used the rest of that broth to make you a heart and dumpling stew.
Flashpoint: *looks intrigued by the idea*
Rose: *has settled down to sleep*
Ironhide: *softly* Babeh done eatin' yet?
Flashpoint: Seems lahk 't...
Ironhide: *reaches for the big towel* Want me t' dress 'er wahl Tracks fusses over y'u some?
Tracks: *brow quirk*
Flashpoint: *Soft chuckle, patpats her husband's hand before moving to get up again*
Tracks: *will assist her, taking the towel from Ironhide and wrapping the warmed wool around Flashpoint and Rose* Easy, darling. Do you want to sit on the hearth?
Deepdancer: Here, let her put these pants on first.
Flashpoint: *will gently transfer Rose to Tracks long enough to put the pants on*
Tracks: *cuddles his little daughter close, wrapping her in the smaller towel that Ironhide hands him* Oh my, I think you weigh as much as Sludge does already.
Ironhide: ...Sludge weighs ten pounds.
Tracks: So does Rose.
Ironhide: *looks at the newborn and then nods slowly* Y'u know? Ah th'nk y'ur rahght
Tracks: *slightly smug smirk, and then he's cuddling his little one as Deepdancer guides Flashpoint to sit on the warm hearth*
Rose: *has a full belly, has warm, and can hear one of the people that she heard the most when she was in the nice, squishy warm place*
Flashpoint: *soft chuckle as she watches Rose sleep*
Ironhide: *offers Tracks a baby buttwrap*
Tracks: *blank frown as he studies it and tries to figure out where that should go on a human baby*
Flashpoint: *Vaugely remembers when Thrrpt was running around in buttwraps. When she left them on* *Will try and guide her husband in clothing Rose properly*
Tracks: *listens and watches carefully as they work out where the buttons go and which ones they should use* Can all that padding be comfortable?
Flashpoint: *nod* Ah ain't up f'r th' usual way 'a doin' th'n's...
Tracks: *looks up from the freshly installed buttwrap* What do you mean, darling? *takes the knitted footed leggings that Ironhide hands him next, but keeps his eyes on his wife as he does*
Flashpoint: *gives him a slight Look* C'nsiderin' Ah jes' gave birth....
Tracks: *confused, but then realizes that Flashpoint's pants are padded as well* Ohhhhh. So padding is comfortable. *slight, non-mocking grin as he holds the little leggings up to her and asks with his eyes for guidance in applying them*
Flashpoint: *nod, will guide him in putting the leggings on Rose*
Ironhide: *watching the baby dressing with a grin, then offer them a choice between the beautiful little dress or a soft little wool felt jacket*
Flashpoint: Th' dress... We c'n wrap 'er 'n blankets f'r th' walk back t' th' 'ouse.
Ironhide: *gives dress and puts the little jacket back into the bundle. Then offers a little bonnet*
Tracks: *knows how dresses go! Puts it on very carefully*
Flashpoint: *soft chuckle* We's gotta th'nk Blue...
Ironhide: *soft snort* Dancer made th's hat.
Tracks: *quirks a brow as he fastens the little dress at the back of Rose's neck with the soft bobble buttons* Oh did she?
Flashpoint: *chuckles, then turns her attention to Ironhide* 'Re aneh 'f mah clothes 'n th' th'n's y'u brought fr'm th' 'ouse?
Ironhide: *holds up a chest wrap, the easy to put on kind that laces in the front*
Tracks: *crooning softly as he ties the little hat under Rose's chin and then sets her towel aside*
Rose: *content to sleep. Has warm, is a happeh babeh*
Flashpoint: *Will reach for the chest wrap*
Ironhide: *gives Flashpoint the wrap, then holds out a soft wool blanket to Tracks*
Tracks: *takes blanket and swaddles Rose, then leans back against the side of the fireplace and cuddles her*
Flashpoint: *Works on putting the wrap on, before looking for a tunic or robe to wear*
Ironhide: Here, y'u don't got it laced rahght. *tugs gently on the strings on the front of the wrap* ...Y'u didn' useta be this big.
Flashpoint: 'S prolleh 'cause 'a Rose... *pokes herself carefully*
Ironhide: *gets the strings adjusted and then offers her sister a clean undershirt* Hmmm.
Flashpoint: *will put the shirt on, making faces as she realizes that it's hanging a bit higher than it used to*
Ironhide: Good th'n' those pants're knee length. *looks at the last garment she's holding* Oh yeah, 'n eah's th's. *hands over the light wool robe that Bluestreak made from the same material as the tiny jacket*
Flashpoint: *nods, and then she's putting the robe on, pulling another face when she hears her back pop*
Ironhide: 'Eah. *sets the little pale yellow jacket down by Tracks, and then grabs her sister in a spine adjusting bear hug*
Flashpoint: *Surprised squeak*
Ironhide: *lowers her hands and pops again, and then repeats the maneuver up and down the taller woman's back till no more pops happen* Th're. *lets her go*
Flashpoint: Th'nks, 'Hahd....
Ironhide: *grins, and then turns her head as the door opens and Deepdancer comes in with a big plate of the special stew* Ooooo.
Deepdancer: None for you. Back off! *scowl*
Ironhide: *laughs*
Flashpoint: *attention going to Deepdancer, smile*
Deepdancer: Sit down and eat like a human being.
Tracks: *gives the Storm Lord a narrow look*
Flashpoint: *Razz, will sit down*
Deepdancer: *gives her the plate, and then half a loaf of bread and a pair of eating sticks* You want butter or grease?
Flashpoint: *Considering headtilt* Butter's fahn...
Deepdancer: *goes to get some of the tangy salted butter that Anna makes. Brings back a big tankard too*
Ironhide: *wanders out of the room*
Flashpoint: *looks up from eating, brows raised at the sight of the tankard*
Deepdancer: Buttermilk? *offers*
Flashpoint: *Reaches for the tankard, chuckling*
Deepdancer: I didn't put any honey or sugar in it. *hands it over and then slices the bread and butters it, her glowing blue eyes flicking over toward Rose as she works*
Rose: *sleeping with her tongue out*
Deepdancer: *chuckles and resumes the skillful board-free bread and butter preparation* She's all topped up.
Flashpoint: *looks relieved* Good...
Deepdancer: *quizzical look* Don't worry, they can tell you when they've had enough. *then glances toward the door as a little green head peeks into the room* Slag, don't you worry your mother.
Slag: No! *growl* *resume watching the strange man and lady*
Flashpoint: *Small nod, attention going to Slag* ... *both brows up* 'Lo th're...
Slag: No.
Tracks: *without looking up from Rose* That's Wheeljack and Bluestreak's little hooligan.
Deepdancer: *offers Flashpoint the small stack of bread and butter even as she gives Slag a stern expression which the little triceratron ignores*
Flashpoint: Ah... *will watch the husky lizardbaby out of the corner of her eye as she eats*
Slag: *headtilt as he realizes that the strange lady has noms, and that she kind of sounds like Auntie Hide and Auntie Mia. Then puts head down and marches right over to try and join Flashpoint's food in her lap*
Flashpoint: Ack!
Slag: *stops and looks up at her, scowling*
Trailbreaker: *from where he's sitting on the hearth in the common room* Wheeljack, your kid went in there!
Wheeljack: *Acking and coming to get the obstinate baby*
Slag: *scowls at his daddy, then points to Flashpoint's plate* Omnom!
Flashpoint: *will poke the bread heel at the husky infant's mouth*
Slag: *blinks and lets go of her robe to use both hands to take the treat and look at it. Considers and chirrrs, then sticks out his tongue to lick the butter off*
Wheeljack: *Will grab Slag, apologize, and carry him out to the common room*
Deepdancer: *as she finishes tidying up the room* There's a whole line up of idiots out there getting married now.
Tracks: *brow quirk*
Flashpoint: *looks up from eating more stew* ?
Deepdancer: Half the yahoos in this tavern can't read and have no concept of time. Getting married today will let them say they did it on Rose's birthday.
Flashpoint: *snort, nod*
Tracks: *shakes head* We should charge them for the memorandum service.
Hound: *just outside the door* Desi, will you marry me?
Desinex: *surprised, but then she starts laughing, the sound heartfelt and joyous* I was just about to ask you!
Hound: You can talk!
Tracks: *small chuckle that has Rose's little mouth twitching*
Desinex: *Quieter* I started over...
Hound: *softly, the sound muffled as he puts his face in her hair* I thought something was different.
Desinex: *very quietly* I wanted to protect you better, Hound....
Hound: *silent because he doesn't know what to say to that* *then. Softly* You still look like you always did.
Ironhide: No she don'.
Tracks: *quirks an eyebrow as he listens, then glances at his wife's plate* I think Sideswipe just left the bachelor ranks.
Flashpoint: *Snerks. Has finished off the stew* Anna say yes?
Tracks: She must have. I just heard Viisaus asking her if she'd take him. *opens mouth for a bit of bread*
Flashpoint: *pokes bread at her husband's mouth*
Tracks: *eats happily, and then kisses her on the cheek* Are you nearly done?
Flashpoint: *indicates the tankard as she moves to drink the contents*
Tracks: Good. I think it's high time we got you and Rose to bed. *slight smile, his icy eyes full of affection*
Flashpoint: *nods as she finishes off the buttermilk*
Tracks: *takes tankard and offers baby*
Flashpoint: *Will cradle Rose close to her chest, humming quietly*
Tracks: *smiles as he sets the tankard aside, then gets up and scoops wife and daughter into his arms*
Flashpoint: *rests her head against his shoulder, sighing quietly with contentment*
Tracks: *kisses her gently on the forehead, and then carries her and Rose past the marrying couples and out to their snug small home*
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