Myshuno! Prompt: Looking for something (296 words)
The prompt for this story was “Looking for something,” submitted by widget_sims. This story fits into Already in Progress round about Chapter 42.
Suitable for all ages.
Dramatis Personae
Oliver Couderc, who is completely unable to tell his daughters apart.
Fantine Couderc, Oliver’s adult plantsim daughter, spawned during his twelve hours as a plantsim.
Saigon Shankel, adult plantsim daughter of Oliver’s husband Oakapple, spawned during the same twelve hours.
Saigon and Fantine find their father's inability to tell them apart an endless source of innocent merriment.
Setting
The large and well-equipped kitchen of the Couderc farmhouse. Saigon and Fantine are leaning against one of the counters, watching in amusement as Oliver tears the kitchen apart.
OLIVER (frustrated): I can’t find it! What happened to my frying pan?!
FANTINE: (points to a random object) Is that it?
OLIVER: That’s a chafing dish.
FANTINE: (points at a different random object) How about that?
OLIVER: That’s a nine by thirteen glass baking dish, Saigon! Are you blind?
FANTINE (unrepentantly): Sorry.
SAIGON: (points to a third random object) Is that it?
OLIVER: That’s a garlic press! What is wrong with you two?
FANTINE: Well, we don’t eat, you know.
SAIGON: No, we live on moonbeams and dew.
OLIVER: (stops dead at this absurdity and stares at her) Saigon, that’s fairies and you know it.
SAIGON: Oh, right. (shrugs) Sorry.
(Oliver opens another cabinet and starts taking things out of it)
OLIVER: Hey, Saigon!
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): Yes, Daddy?
OLIVER: Did your father make grilled cheese for breakfast?
(Saigon and Fantine exchange glances)
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): I don’t know.
SAIGON: We were outside when you guys had breakfast.
FANTINE (helpfully): Fishing.
OLIVER: Frammit! (stands up, glaring around the kitchen) Why can’t I find my frying pan?
(Saigon and Fantine giggle)
OLIVER (rounding on them): You know where it is, don’t you! (points to Saigon) Saigon! Tell me where it is!
SAIGON: What makes you think I’m Saigon?
OLIVER: Fine! (points to Fantine) Saigon! Tell me where it is!
FANTINE: What makes you think I’m Saigon?
OLIVER (getting very red in the face): Will somebody PLEASE just tell me where my frying pan is!
(Saigon and Fantine exchange glances again - Oliver has ceased to be amusing)
FANTINE: Try the stove.
(Oliver turns around and, sure enough, the frying pan is on the right front burner, just as it has been the entire time.)
OLIVER (deflating): Oh. Thank you, Saigon.
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): You’re welcome.
Suitable for all ages.
Dramatis Personae
Oliver Couderc, who is completely unable to tell his daughters apart.
Fantine Couderc, Oliver’s adult plantsim daughter, spawned during his twelve hours as a plantsim.
Saigon Shankel, adult plantsim daughter of Oliver’s husband Oakapple, spawned during the same twelve hours.
Saigon and Fantine find their father's inability to tell them apart an endless source of innocent merriment.
Setting
The large and well-equipped kitchen of the Couderc farmhouse. Saigon and Fantine are leaning against one of the counters, watching in amusement as Oliver tears the kitchen apart.
OLIVER (frustrated): I can’t find it! What happened to my frying pan?!
FANTINE: (points to a random object) Is that it?
OLIVER: That’s a chafing dish.
FANTINE: (points at a different random object) How about that?
OLIVER: That’s a nine by thirteen glass baking dish, Saigon! Are you blind?
FANTINE (unrepentantly): Sorry.
SAIGON: (points to a third random object) Is that it?
OLIVER: That’s a garlic press! What is wrong with you two?
FANTINE: Well, we don’t eat, you know.
SAIGON: No, we live on moonbeams and dew.
OLIVER: (stops dead at this absurdity and stares at her) Saigon, that’s fairies and you know it.
SAIGON: Oh, right. (shrugs) Sorry.
(Oliver opens another cabinet and starts taking things out of it)
OLIVER: Hey, Saigon!
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): Yes, Daddy?
OLIVER: Did your father make grilled cheese for breakfast?
(Saigon and Fantine exchange glances)
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): I don’t know.
SAIGON: We were outside when you guys had breakfast.
FANTINE (helpfully): Fishing.
OLIVER: Frammit! (stands up, glaring around the kitchen) Why can’t I find my frying pan?
(Saigon and Fantine giggle)
OLIVER (rounding on them): You know where it is, don’t you! (points to Saigon) Saigon! Tell me where it is!
SAIGON: What makes you think I’m Saigon?
OLIVER: Fine! (points to Fantine) Saigon! Tell me where it is!
FANTINE: What makes you think I’m Saigon?
OLIVER (getting very red in the face): Will somebody PLEASE just tell me where my frying pan is!
(Saigon and Fantine exchange glances again - Oliver has ceased to be amusing)
FANTINE: Try the stove.
(Oliver turns around and, sure enough, the frying pan is on the right front burner, just as it has been the entire time.)
OLIVER (deflating): Oh. Thank you, Saigon.
SAIGON and FANTINE (together): You’re welcome.