Tonight, Parker marches into the bar wearing black pajamas printed with bright little neon voodoo dolls. They suit her mood oddly well
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Except weapons. And live animals. Which is a good thing, because turning loose weasels packing AK-47s on her housemates actually sounds pretty good to Parker tonight.
"Everyone should know about Goodnight Moon. Especially if you ever have kids. It's like toddler valium."
"And when you say you're having nine kids, are you just trying to turn my hair white, or have you had some sort of freaky Milli-glimpse into the future where you saw yourself as Captain Von Trapp?"
"Cepheus is two. Or three? He's Mia's son, and I'll see him if he's about in Milliways, but I don't - I was an only child and my cousins are unmarried, so - No, not really," he says, shrugging.
"Though, the First Years seem awfully small now..."
Ah, yes, Cepheus. That has to be a little strange for Scorpius, Parker thinks.
"First Years are, what? Eleven or twelve?"
She props her head up on one elbow.
"I earned most of my spending money in college by babysitting. High school, too. And the ranch seems like it's crawling with little kids most of the time."
"So, I have to ask. Nine? Just an arbitrary number?"
He just stifles a laugh and is soon placing a magicked cuddly-toy Porlock next to Parker and patting her on the head.
(He also gives Hoss a scritch or two behind the ears.)
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Parker squints at Scorpius, then squints at the stuffed.....whatever the hell that thing is.
"Scorpius? Are you mocking me?" she asks.
But one corner of her mouth turns up, indicating that she doesn't find the situation that annoying, really.
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"No, never. Just tucking you in," Scorpius says with wide-eyed innocence.
"Do you need a bedtime story too?"
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"Do you know Goodnight Moon?"
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"Uhm. I'm afraid I don't. Would Bar have a copy?"
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Except weapons. And live animals. Which is a good thing, because turning loose weasels packing AK-47s on her housemates actually sounds pretty good to Parker tonight.
"Everyone should know about Goodnight Moon. Especially if you ever have kids. It's like toddler valium."
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He pats her on the head again.
"Keep the Porlock safe."
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Parker, in turn, pats the....she's still not sure what the hell it is...on the head.
"Hey!" she calls a after him a moment later, once her brain catches up. "What do you mean you're having nine?"
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"This the one?" he asks, showing her the cover.
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There's only one Goodnight Moon.
"And when you say you're having nine kids, are you just trying to turn my hair white, or have you had some sort of freaky Milli-glimpse into the future where you saw yourself as Captain Von Trapp?"
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"It was just, uhm - It was something I'd joked about with Albus, that's all."
He gets comfortable on the floor besides her couch and opens the book.
"Am I supposed to do any sort of special voices with this?"
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"Nope, no real voices to do. It's all narration."
Parker hitches the comforter up under her chin.
"You do this a lot? You have a secret life as a super nanny that I haven't heard about?"
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"No. They just - They like that sort of thing, right? Voices and being silly."
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Parker sounds amused.
"You don't spend a lot of time around little kids?"
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"Though, the First Years seem awfully small now..."
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"First Years are, what? Eleven or twelve?"
She props her head up on one elbow.
"I earned most of my spending money in college by babysitting. High school, too. And the ranch seems like it's crawling with little kids most of the time."
"So, I have to ask. Nine? Just an arbitrary number?"
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