Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery, Sunday Afternoon

[death_of_hope]

Whatever bout of Fandom strangeness was going on had completely passed Anemone by.

For once, she was not pleased about it.

Which is why she's grabbed a spot at Chilly Boulder with her sketchbook and colors.  If she doesn't get have to put up with children of her own, she's going to eat her ice cream and watch all the other make-shift families run

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[l1ttle_billy]

"I'm ten years old dad, way too old for you to carry me."

"Okay." Billy sighed. "I understand. Ana wasn't."

"Well I'm not Ana am I." Faith snapped.

There was a tense silence then they both apologized to each other at the same time.

[death_of_hope]

Anemone looked up from her coloring at the familiar voice and grinned. "Poor Billy, having girl-problems?"

[l1ttle_billy]

Billy looked up to see Anenome. "No problem." he said. "Just getting to know my daughter."

[death_of_hope]

"I'm starting to think I'm the only childless person on the island," she said, looking the child over. "Pretty. She must get it from her mother."

[damn_twin_genes]

Her mama had shoved a ten dollar bill into Emily's hand, pressed it hard into her palm and said, "You seem a smart enough girl. You take your brother and go do something; you know where to find me when you're done," which, really, Emily was used to, even if so many things about her mother seemed different right now. So she and Edgar went walking, and then she made the decision that ice cream would be a good use of the ten dollars.

That would explain why, while his sister was getting them both ice cream, Edgar, still with his hands both heavily bandages to keep him from eating them, was standing there staring at the girl with the pink hair.

He'd never seen pink hair before; some of the women in Africa where Uncle A'tole and Aunt Leah and his cousins lived had orange hair, or red hair, but never pink hair.

It called for staring. And Edgar had one hell of a stare, the kind that made people pretty sure that there was absolutely nothing going on behind those wide, heavy-lidded eyes at all.

[death_of_hope]

Anemone was rather good at knowing when she was being watched, and looked up from her notebook to meet the eyes of the little boy watching her. Staring didn't bother her as much as it used to, but she returned didn't blink as she continued to watch him.

[damn_twin_genes]

If this was going to turn into a staring contest, the results would be rather interesting. Edgar didn't move, didn't blink, although his focus had definitely shifted to the pretty eyes staring back at him rather than the pretty hair, and he was unlikely to shift even the slightest while his sister was distracted with the bountiful ice cream choices.

[death_of_hope]

Anemone just plopped her chin in her hand to keep watching him. At least this one was honest about the staring, rather than trying to hide it.

Finally giving up, she blinked once, slowly and deliberately before grinning. "Hey kid. You aren't mine, are you?" He didn't feel like a Coralian, but it didn't hurt to ask.

[inthereflexes]

Jack was wandering around and ended up craving some ice cream. He was avoiding all of the children that had seemed to pop up.

He waved at the pink-haired girl.

[death_of_hope]

"Hey Jack," she said, waving a pencil at him. "Are you childless too?"

[inthereflexes]

"YEs?" he replied. "You don't have one? I thought it was just me," he said, collapsing into a chair. "Man, that's too much to handle. First the prom thing and kids overnight?"

[death_of_hope]

"It's punishment for everyone that got laid after Prom," she decided, leaning back in her chair. "I blame the seniors."