The living room of 132 is empty, as are both bedrooms. The suite is painfully clean, apart from the dumbbells in the middle of the living room and the handful of sweaty workout clothes tossed on the floor
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Enter a slightly frazzled Goldilocks, with her usual lack of announcement. Holding her hand and toddling along at her side is little Eleanor, armed with her fierce-looking teddy bear. For once the bear's head is not in her mouthGoldy is taking steps to stamp that habit out already. In its place is a pacifier, which is being sucked on with slightly less contentment.
"Now, normally it's good manners to knock on other people's doors," the Fable informs her child. "But we never need to in Auntie Steph and Auntie Mel's case, because we're always welcome here
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"I like bubbles," Steph defends herself. There's movement within the suds, some foamy crackling, and then Steph parts the clouds to beam at Eleanor. "You're right, gorgeous, bubbles are super!"
Goldy just gets an eyebrow-raise that asks babysitting? You?
Goldy's eyes drift shiftily out of contact with Steph's. And onto... and onto...
The towel rack!
Yes, she's being very helpful, and getting Steph a big fluffy towel. She lets go of Eleanor's hand for a brief second, in order to tug one free and toss it at her friend. Unfortunately, that's all the opportunity Goldy Junior needs. Matching Steph's beam, she plunges gaily into the wall of froth.
Steph is totally not laughing. Nope, not even when she wraps the towel around herself and dives back into the foam after the baby.
"There's buttons on this thing that really shouldn't be pressed by kids," her voice announces, while puffs of froth fly in every direction from waving arms and Eleanor's giggles echo. "You're pretty much the worst babysitter ever, G."
"I only let her alone for a second. And it was to do you a favor!"
It should be noted that Goldy is resolutely not wading into the bubbles to aid Steph in recapturing the child. This inaction can't be helping her case much.
"Besides, technically speaking I'm not babysitting."
There's silence and sloshy foamy noises for a few seconds.
Then, an unmistakeable slow brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound, accompanied by delighted giggles from Eleanor and a choked-back laugh from Steph.
Three figures emerge triumphantly from the slightly-depleted wall of bubbles: Steph, Eleanor perched on her shoulders and giggling, and a Squeakins incognito under the handful of froth Eleanor's dumped on it.
Ignoring the incredulous stare she's being given, Goldy ponders the duckie.
"Hmm. I'm not sure you're quite ready for sex toys yet, Sunshine."
A complacent shrug. "But whatever..."
"Give her here," she then orders Steph. "And go find her bear. She'll be pitching a fit in two minutes when she realizes she left it in there, I guarantee it."
"A rational explanation for that would be my exit from the bar after you last saw me," Goldy suggests. "An un-relative amount of time then passing, during which I got myself knocked up and subsequently popped this little one out."
"Swee'cheese swee'cheese swee'cheese!"
Still giggling, Eleanor baps Steph's forehead with the duck now.
"Wow." Steph, perhaps excusably, takes this entirely at face value. But then, she's distracted by adorable baby -- with rather painful weapon.
"Wow, so wait, that means you haven't seen me in, like..." She squints at Eleanor. "Two years? Bit more? Gosh, how'd you cope with that? It must have been awful for you."
"Now, normally it's good manners to knock on other people's doors," the Fable informs her child. "But we never need to in Auntie Steph and Auntie Mel's case, because we're always welcome here ( ... )
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"Do you ever pick a time when I'm not naked? Hang on, coming out."
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"Holy crap, Sweetcheeks! How many megatons was the bath bomb you used in here?"
Eleanor, for her part, is quickly overcome with glee.
There's a small pop sound as she yanks her pacifier out, and an excited cry.
"Bubbles!"
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Goldy just gets an eyebrow-raise that asks babysitting? You?
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The towel rack!
Yes, she's being very helpful, and getting Steph a big fluffy towel. She lets go of Eleanor's hand for a brief second, in order to tug one free and toss it at her friend. Unfortunately, that's all the opportunity Goldy Junior needs. Matching Steph's beam, she plunges gaily into the wall of froth.
"Damnit!"
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"There's buttons on this thing that really shouldn't be pressed by kids," her voice announces, while puffs of froth fly in every direction from waving arms and Eleanor's giggles echo. "You're pretty much the worst babysitter ever, G."
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"I only let her alone for a second. And it was to do you a favor!"
It should be noted that Goldy is resolutely not wading into the bubbles to aid Steph in recapturing the child. This inaction can't be helping her case much.
"Besides, technically speaking I'm not babysitting."
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There's silence and sloshy foamy noises for a few seconds.
Then, an unmistakeable slow brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound, accompanied by delighted giggles from Eleanor and a choked-back laugh from Steph.
Three figures emerge triumphantly from the slightly-depleted wall of bubbles: Steph, Eleanor perched on her shoulders and giggling, and a Squeakins incognito under the handful of froth Eleanor's dumped on it.
Steph puffs a few clumps of foam at Goldy.
"...worst. babysitter. ever."
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Goldy ignores the incoming bubbles for now. She's more concerned with the object in her daughter's hands.
"Is that what I think it is?"
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"Nuh-uh, precious, that'd taste bad. Promise."
Blink of delayed reaction.
"...?"
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"Hmm. I'm not sure you're quite ready for sex toys yet, Sunshine."
A complacent shrug. "But whatever..."
"Give her here," she then orders Steph. "And go find her bear. She'll be pitching a fit in two minutes when she realizes she left it in there, I guarantee it."
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Which is good, since Steph's showing precisely no sign of being about to go find the bear.
"...you?" she manages, after a few more moments of stunned silence. "... mother?"
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The announcement lacks the enthusiasm one might expect from a mother. In fact, Goldy sounds quite flat.
"If you don't believe me, check out the likeness."
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"...not that I don't believe you," she points out, rubbing her nose, "but you seem to have skipped the whole pregnancy thing?"
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"Swee'cheese swee'cheese swee'cheese!"
Still giggling, Eleanor baps Steph's forehead with the duck now.
"Buzzzz-quack!"
As an afterthought she then adds: "rarr!"
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"Wow, so wait, that means you haven't seen me in, like..." She squints at Eleanor. "Two years? Bit more? Gosh, how'd you cope with that? It must have been awful for you."
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