Looking a gift-pig in the mouth.

[dracolicious]

I don't know why I've developed the habit of purposely ignoring the possibility of doom and destruction, and instead choose to only see the potential for the good, warm and fuzzy. Saddling myself with the poster boy for Gryffindor probably hasn't helped, all things considered

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[boywholives]

I'm okay, sweet pea - I'm just tired, yeah? Come on up here and sit with me...

Do you want to try a sip of my coffee?

[dracolicious]

You probably won't like it any better than you usually do, but by all means, have a gulp. It's a good thing you aren't wearing white.

[boywholives]

Well I like it. So there.

[dracolicious]

Papa is a nutter, yes. We'll stick to proper tea, you and I.

[boywholives]

What about some Butterbeer instead, hmm?

[dracolicious]

Trying to give her a habit?

[boywholives]

She likes it.

[dracolicious]

And I like bacon, but I don't indulge to excess---well . . . all right, that was a poor example. But you know what I meant. What's wrong with a wee bit of old fashioned chocolate milk?

[boywholives]

Because chocolate milk is for little kids, and she's a big grown up now...

[dracolicious]

Nonsense.

If I can enjoy chocolate milk, so can you.

[boywholives]

Boys, do you want some chocolate milk?

[dracolicious]

Chocolate milk and oranges can go together if I say so. And since when are you the gourmet police, Muffin?

[boywholives]

Morty, don't be greedy - there are enough cookies for everyone.

[dracolicious]

I'm sorry, you know I would have requested that you be given a mouth several times larger than that of a normal boy had I seen this moment coming. I know how you feel, though. Every morning as Daddy sits down to his plate of bacon, I wish I had a giant mouth - yes, Lentil, just like a crazy Daddy-pelican. I'm sure your father wishes for the very same thing, sometimes.

[boywholives]

Why on earth would I- oh. You've got a rather big opinion of yourself, don't you?

[dracolicious]

You've always seemed fond enough of my talents.