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Breakfast in Wee!ville

Jun 05, 2006 11:05

Kiki Aunt Iki deserved breakfast. Wee!Wilson had deemed this to be so upon waking in the big bed with his wee!companion and after some chatter that would have been thoroughly incomprensible to any adult but which made perfect sense to the wees, they wriggled out of the bed and set about thier mission ( Read more... )

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a_phale June 5 2006, 15:40:44 UTC

Well, the eggs volleys were probably only a fair return for the pine cone escapade on Saturday, and the wee!angel was giggling just as hard as his friend as they proceeded to make a horrible mess of the kitchen.

Good thing Kiki had that handy spell!

Of course, flying eggs required some sort of retaliation. And hey, the the room was already covered in flour, right? So, scooping up a couple handfuls and throwing them at the wee!doctor couldn't do any harm.

[ooc: My access is very hit and miss today. Please feel free to mod wee!Phale as you like!]

kikidelivers June 5 2006, 15:46:13 UTC

Since the whole place was going to need to be cleaned again, they might as well make as much of a mess as they wished, Kiki figured.

"Who wants to help pour the batter on the griddle?" she called, once she'd finished stirring.

dr_jwilsonmd June 5 2006, 15:50:24 UTC

Wilson laughed as the flour rained down on his head and tickled it's way down the back of his neck and he threw one last egg up at the wee!angel before he turned towards Kiki.

"Noooohhhh!!" He exclaimed, racing around the island in the kitchen and pressing urgently on Kiki's legs.

"Phawe n Dames, Phawe n Dames!!" They were supposed to make breakfast *for* their Aunt Iki, not make Aunt Iki make breakfast for them. There was wee!toddler honor at stake!

a_phale June 5 2006, 17:05:39 UTC

Oh no! Aziraphale hovered for a moment and then dropped to the floor, running over to assist his little friend with separating Kiki from the work of making breakfast. Taking her hand with his wee flour-covered ones, he tugged with all his might, trying to pull her away from the counter.

"Nono! Not Iki!"

Auntie Iki was supposed to rest, she'd been so busy all weekend, and let the little ones make her a treat!

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