[twenty seven] Mama-Bearing It Up.

[goodgrasshopper]

[The video clicks on and shows Charity Carpenter, sitting at her kitchen table and smiling politely at the camera.  If you look behind her, you can see bread rising in loaf pans.]

Hello.  I understand my daughter Molly is a warden here.  Oh, dear God, child we will be having a talk when you get home about the kinds of deals you make to keep your

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[Private] - assuming the parents can access these. xp

[peektuttut]

Tim's not here right now, I'm afraid. I'm Jack Drake.

[Private] I've been assuming the same. So whee!

[goodgrasshopper]

[smile] I'm Charity Carpenter--you're Tim's father, I assume?

[Private] Excellent! \o/

[peektuttut]

That's right. [His REAL father, Bruce, suck on it. :|]

[Private] \o/ /o\ /o/ /o\ !

[goodgrasshopper]

It's nice to meet you. From what my daughter's said here, you've raised a remarkable young man. [Oh, Jack. Am OOC laughing so hard.]

[Private] LOL <3

[peektuttut]

[It's a good thing his son is smarter than him. :c] I like to think so. Seems like your Molly is a good kid, too.

[Private] This is the only way I dance. :|

[goodgrasshopper]

[Charity laughs] Thank you. This isn't... quite a place I would have chosen for her, but she seems to be doing well here. I'm sure you understand. They grow up so fast, don't they?

[Private] I wholeheartedly approve. :|

[peektuttut]

I don't think any of us really want them here. [Dryly:] Too fast. [Tim stop risking your life. :C]

[Private] IRL dancing involves flailing and spasticness. :\

[goodgrasshopper]

No, I don't think we do. Still--they're doing good work here. That's not a bad thing.

[Private] Is there any other kind? :|a

[peektuttut]

[BIG SIGH. He's still not used to his son doing his usual kind of good work, and now this. :c] No, I guess not.