Out, today

[genial_umbrella]

By the pool, there is a girl in a wheelchair, two legs in a cast, one arm in a sling.  She is reading a book under a tree, taking in the sun.   The blond and athletic boy her age, (they are both eighteen) who is doing laps in the swimming pool occasionally stops, looks over to her, shouts a "You still okay, Genie?" before she nods from her book and

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[youwillbowtome]

Stewie's little pitter-patter feet come towards the pool, squinting at the water as he passes by. "I dare say, the distinct lack of adult supervision in at this hotel constitutes child negligence. Anything could happen to me, and not a soul in sight to rescue me."

He spots the older teenager in the pool doing laps, and and the young woman at the end, sitting in a wheelchair holding a book. He shuffles up to her and his small, distinct British accent speaks, "Except for you, I suppose, but I don't see that wheelchair being waterproof."

[genial_umbrella]

Genevieve's initial reaction to the voice (it sounds adult, after all,) is to look up, blink, then, look down.... and be most surprised.

"Well, hello, there," she says, sweetly.

[youwillbowtome]

"Hello," Stewie says, extending a tiny hand. "My name is Stewart Griffin, evil genius extraodinaire and matricidal infant." He pauses and seems to look at her a second time. "And who might you be?"

[genial_umbrella]

She looks at him, a bit disbelieving, and then laughs, not taking that part seriously. "My name is Genevieve." She tries to offer her good hand to shake, but doesn't manage to read low enough. "It's very nice to meet you, Steward. You are very well-spoken, for an infant," she adds, admiringly.

[youwillbowtome]

Stewie is taken aback for a second; usually most adults can't understand him, but by now he's gotten used enough to the rules of this place that it's not too disconcerting.

"Well it's nice to have one of you notice my genius for once but do not think this will spare you from eternal wretched slavery when the world is mine," he says honestly, then points straight at her.

[genial_umbrella]

Genevieve doesn't get everything Stewie said, just enough to be uncertain that he might have said something about the world being his, and that in turn amuses her.

"Oh, you are so adorable," she says, laughing. "And where is your Maman?"

T: Apologies, haven't watched Family Guy in a million years.

[youwillbowtome]

First she was impressed with his genius, and now she had lumped him with all the other insipid "adorable" creatures known as babies. Stewie's anger bubbled for a few seconds before he managed to calm down.

With a perfectly straight face, he says, "Hopefully the bitch got what was comin' to her, hm?"

[genial_umbrella]

... "I beg your pardon?" She ... isn't sure she understood what she just heard. Really.

[youwillbowtome]

"Oh, I said I'm sure she's fine," Stewie says, making a non-committal gesture with his hand and chuckling softly.

[genial_umbrella]

"Ah," Genevieve replies, still a bit confused by this. "And how old are you, Stewie?"