Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

[tricksy_spy]

Aly had woken up very, very hungry.  And she didn't want to wake up Mommy.  That would be bad.

So instead she was very, very sneaky - she was going to be a spy after all and Daddy said she could be pretty too! - and crept out of the room until she found one of the big rooms with food in there.   She was awfully disappointed not to see Bridge

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[sensitivejim]

A still kinda sick Jim wandered into the common room in search of coffee.

He blinked and rubbed his eyes. And then rubbed them again.

"I need coffee . . ."

[tricksy_spy]

Aly turned around from her perch hanging onto the cupboards and waved. "I like coffee!" she said hopefully. She didn't, but it was a step on the way to hot chocolate.

[sensitivejim]

"Good for you, kid," he muttered, beelining for the coffeemaker.

[tricksy_spy]

She watched him carefully, scooting along the counter to get closer to him. "Can I have some, Jim? Or hot choklit?"

[sensitivejim]

Jim gave her a surprised look. "How do you know my name? And I guess I can make hot chocolate . . ." Coffee was bad for kids or something.

[tricksy_spy]

"'M Aly!" she announced. "Course I know you!" She looked hopeful. "Hot choklit peese."

[sensitivejim]

Jim peered at the little girl, the carafe hovering in midair, forgotten. "Aly. Like, the teacher Aly."

[tricksy_spy]

"'M too little to be a teacher!" Aly said. "But I'm gonna grow up and be the bestest spy ever." She leaned in close. "I have lockpicks."

[sensitivejim]

Jim grunted. This play got really surreal sometimes. "Lockpicks? Aren't you too little for lockpicks?" He turned the coffeemaker on and went rummaging for hot chocolate mix.

[tricksy_spy]

"Nope! But I can't open hard locks yet. My hands are too little to hold too many picks," she said with a nod. Whispering again, she added. "We opened all the locks last night. But it's a secret."

[sensitivejim]

"All the locks? All the locks to what?" Jim had no idea why he was whispering back. It seemed appropriate.

[tricksy_spy]

"On the doors!" Aly replied. "We wanted to see what was in the rooms." She nodded.

[sensitivejim]

Jim was very glad weetiny teachers hadn't broken into his room last night. Because there were things weetinies shouldn't see.

"And what did you see?"

Okay, she was kinda cute. Definitely deserving of hot chocolate. Which he located with a couple sniffs.

[tricksy_spy]

She looked at him carefully. "Are you sure you won' tell no one? It's a secret."

[sensitivejim]

He held up three fingers in a scout's honour oath. "I promise."

[tricksy_spy]

Apparently satisfied, Aly beamed at him. "Well, we foun' stuffed animals and lotsa pretty shoes and fluffy kitties and sleepin' people."