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[dracolicious]

Come here, pet. Let's go outside and look at all of the pretty flowers your Papa planted in the garden, all right? Daddy and Papa have something we'd like to talk to you about. You can finish up your mermaid movie when we're done . . . that's Daddy's good girl

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[boywholives]

So. That...that wasn't too bad. She seems alright.

[dracolicious]

I don't think she understood most of what we told her. I nearly blamed my organ failure on Bean, and the last thing we need right now is Emma blaming any of this on him.

[boywholives]

I would have smacked you for that.

[dracolicious]

You know what I meant, Potter. I can only disassociate Our Son with my lengthy hospital stay for so long. I can't tell her that a mad wizard with a grudge tried to kill us and that's why Bean came early.

[boywholives]

I'm not looking forward to that conversation, either.

[dracolicious]

Maybe we should have left this little chat until tomorrow night, so she's got less time to fret before the big day.

[boywholives]

No, I think today was the right decision. That way she has time to, you know, get ready for it. Draw you pictures for your hospital room and things like that.

What? You know she will. The den is practically wallpapered with her scribbles.

[dracolicious]

Those scribbles are the creative genius of a burgeoning artiste.

[boywholives]

I never said that they weren't. Stop scowling.

[dracolicious]

It's my surgery and I'll scowl if I want to.

[boywholives]

You'll get wrinkles from doing that so much.

[dracolicious]

Why do you tell me these things?

[boywholives]

See, you've got some on your forehead already...

[dracolicious]

AND YOU'LL HAVE A MATCHING SET ON YOUR ARSE WHEN I BEAT YOU WITH A HOT WAFFLE IRON!

[boywholives]

Do you even know how to plug in the waffle iron?

[dracolicious]

I can read instructions.