Email Log - Molly babysits Lil'Tommy
Mols: *snuggles tiny version of her hot BF*
BB!Thomas: *wonders why this strange lady is hugging him*
Mols: *because he's adorable, she has no idea who he is*
BB!Thomas: Hi....what's your name?
Mols: Molly. Who're you and why are you trying to get into this part of the building? It's restricted. *because that seems like something a small Harkness would do*
BB!Thomas: *gives her his best "Who me grin"*: I wanted to see if there were any trolls.
Mols: *the troll comment makes her miss the fact he didn't tell her his name* You're worse than Daniel used to be...
*firm look* No trolls. You could get hurt. *OMG, is she actually saying that?*
BB!Thomas: *pouts* But I like trolls and they never hurt me they are all locked up in their cages. And Trevor and I only let them out the one time.
Mols: *basic level visitors pass, she can't even get past the business offices* You meant that. They have...trolls? Locked up here? *more blinking* And you let one OUT?
BB!Thomas: *does his puppy nod* Uh huh, they have fawns and centaurs and goblins down there too if they get too rowdy and do something bad. Uncle Nathan makes sure they don't but not every one listens.
Mols: Why do they keep them down there?
BB!Thomas: To keep humans safe from the bad guys.
Mols: *headtilt* What happens when the humans ARE the bad guys?
BB!Thomas: They get sent down too, but some get better and help like Mr. Erik
Mols: You guys keep the people and the trolls in the same place?
BB!Thomas: *gives the strange woman a duh no look* Nope we have special cells for the trolls cause their big and speical ones for the humans.
Mols: It sounds like a prison down there.
BB!Thomas: *gives her a puzzled look* Where else would you put the bad guys?
Mols: *shivers* I don't know...but maybe they're not as bad as you think. Maybe they just made a mistake.
BB!Thomas: *nods* Like Mr. Erik.
Mols: Who's Mr. Erik? You talk about him a lot.
BB!Thomas: *bounces* He's like Yoda and he speaks German and he let us make cupcakes.
Mols: *OK, the mental image of that just made her stop from shock* Yoda doesn't speak German... *yeah, that's all she's got to say to that*
BB!Thomas: *gives her another duh look* I said he's like Yoda not that he is Yoda.
Mols: I know but...*how to ask this* ... why does he let you have cupcakes if he used to be a bad guy?
BB!Thomas: Cause he likes us...he's not a bad guy anymore. He was just sad and lonely. Ma said so.
Mols: *why can't this kid be telling stories about bugs like a normal jawa?* He sounds like Sonya. *almost absently, then she pats the little boys head* It's good of you to be nice to him when he's lonely.
BB!Thomas: *squirms a little bit* Is Soyna a hero too?
Mols: *smiles* Yeah...one of the greatest heroes on earth. After my dad. And Harry.
BB!Thomas: *nods* My dad and Ma are heroes They work with heroes too.
Mols: *smiles, and somehow makes it looks like she really believes him* of course they are.
BB!Thomas: They are.....they fight bad guys all the time.
Mols: *nods, sort of just going with it* So are they policemen...people?
BB!Thomas: *shakes his head* No they are secret agents they help fight trolls and stuff.
Mols: *This face forever* O.o
BB!Thomas: *keeps talking because he's six and stuff like this is awesome to him* And I have lots of aunts and uncles who are secret agents too.
Mols: Uh huh...
BB!Thomas: They areeeee, Dad fights bad guys all the time he even fought aliens.
Mols: Aliens? You expect me to buy that, kid?
BB!Thomas: *Brightly* I can show you some alien stuff right now. I know where they keep it.
Mols: *he is so reminding her of her brothers* Are you -supposed- to be showing people the alien stuff?
BB!Thomas: *thinks about this* Well no....but you wanna see so it's okay.
Mols: *very serious* You shouldn't break the rules. It can get you in really big trouble.
BB!Thomas: But rule breaking can be fun sometimes.
Mols: I used to think that way too but you need to know which rules you can break and when. Is breaking this rule really worth the trouble it could cause?
BB!Thomas: I don't break the rules where I get yelled at that would be dumb.
Mols: *kneels down and doesn't look him quiet in the eyes* I'm talking about worse things than you getting yelled at.
BB!Thomas: *eyes get wide* There is something worse then getting yelled at?
Mols: *very sage nod* Uh huh. A lot worse, and you shouldn't have to find out about that for a very long time, alright?
BB!Thomas: *sad* Okay Miss Molly I'll be careful.
Mols: *frowns* I know you want to have fun, but you need to be safe too. Won't your mommy and daddy be sad if you got hurt?
BB!Thomas: *nods* But they never let me get hurt too bad.
Mols: *kneels down so she can look him in the...well, that smudge of dirt he has on his left eyebrow* I know that, kid. But I'm watching you while they're busy so it's MY job to make sure you don't get hurt, right?
BB!Thomas: *nods again* Can I at least get dirty, you don't get hurt when your dirty.
Mols: How dirty? *eyebrow raise*
BB!Thomas: *hopefully* Can we get muddy?
Mols: We? *nervously looks down at her boots. They're new and pretty and she just did her hair (Lavender with gold glittery ends...somehow) and she's meeting SOMEONE later and she doesn't want to get muddy!*
BB!Thomas: Yeah....the big mud puddle is in the back yard again and Trevor doesn't wanna.
Mols: Trevor's smart. *winces* I mean...if you play in the mud, you'll have to take a bath, won't you?
BB!Thomas: *Shrugs* It's just water and soap it's not so bad.
Mols: *eyebrow* Alright, fine. We can play in the mud if you promise not to whine about a bath after, deal?
BB!Thomas: *crosses his heart completely seriously* I promise and cross my heart.
Mols: *smiles and shrugs off her jacket, scarf, gloves and a bunch of other accessories she doesn't want muddy off. The necklace and her bracelet stay, though she used the latter to tie up her hair* Ready when you are, kid.
BB!Thomas: * whoops and grabs Molly's hand pulling her outside into the yard. The huge mud puddle in the middle seems to be calling their names*
Mols: *starting to second guess this a bit but she's in platform boots so she stumbles and falls right in the mud* ACK!
BB!Thomas: *giggles madly and sloshes into the mud too, managing to stay on his feet for now.*
Mols: *OMGOMGOMG! She has a date later and now she's all muddy OH NO!* It isn't funny! *flings mud at him*
BB!Thomas: *yelps as the mud splatters him and he throws some back at her* Yes it is.
Mols: *veils out of instinct. Not that is keeps the mud from hitting her but hey. ...Crap*
BB!Thomas: *his eyes go wide* Cool.....can you make me disappear too?
Mols: *a second later she's 'back' and spitting mud from her mouth.* Uh.... *Oh, boy. She did not want to do that, really she didn't*
BB!Thomas: *bounces up and down* Do you have a cloak like Harry Potter or just a power?
Mols: *facepalming forever* Don't mention Harry Potter, that little toad isn't a real wizard like me and Harry are. *oops.*
BB!Thomas: Harry can do magic too! *bounces more*
Mols: *grumbles* Yes...how do you know Harry?
BB!Thomas: He's Dad's best friend ever....
Mols: *almost offended by that* No he's not. He’s MY Dad's best friend ever. *Why does she sound like she's six, too?*
BB!Thomas: *puzzles over this* Can he have two best friends?
Mols: *wipes mud from her eyes* I guess but...I figured I'd know who Harry's OTHER best friend was.
BB!Thomas: Dad doesn't talk about Harry much.....but he's known him a longgggggggggggggggggggg time cause he gets annoyed every time Harry gets in trouble like he does with Uncle Red.
Mols: *idly splashes in the mud with her hand, because this is heavy stuff, kid.* Harry always gets in trouble. My mom hates that about him, I think. *smiles* Who's Uncle Red?
BB!Thomas: His real name is Hellboy and he's red and he has horns kinda and a tail but he's a good guy.
Mols: *you're talking to a geek here, kid* Wait...THE Hellboy? Like in the comics?
BB!Thomas: *nods* Uh huh. He doesn't like the comics,
Mols: *just stares, because those comics are AWESOME! How can anyone not like them?*
BB!Thomas: He says they don't get his eyes right. *has no idea what that means.*
Mols: *stops looking at his chin, (yes,that's where she was staring) and nods* How are his eyes supposed to be?
BB!Thomas: The comic makes them too small he says.
Mols: *sounds like she almost believes him* Well how big are they supposed to be?
BB!Thomas: Really big so he can glare like this *does his best Hellboy glare*
Mols: *OMG, that is adorable. Forgive her, she'll be over here laughing like a loon*
BB!Thomas: *pouts* It's not supposed ta be funny.
Mols: *tries to stifle* I can't help it, you're adorable. All covered in mud and trying to look big and mean like a pretend comic book guy. *yeah, still doesn't believe him 100%*
BB!Thomas: Hellboy is real! *stomps his foot*
Mols: *stompy feet means splashy mud* ACK! Stop it!
BB!Thomas: *stops and whispers* Sorry, but Hellboy is really real.
Mols: *wipes the new mud from her face and smiles, then spits mud out, and smiles more* Alright, alright. You'll have to show me sometime, OK?
BB!Thomas: *nods* He's gonna babysit this weekend maybe you can come over and play.
Mols: *looks down* I have training on the weekends. It's really important I do it.
BB!Thomas: *serious face* It's important to learn new stuff my dad says. But maybe you could come after.
Mols: We usually train all day but...I'll ask. *she likes the little guy, wants him to be happy*
BB!Thomas: *claps excitedly* Yay, I bet Harry will let you.
Mols: *nods gently* I'll ask him, OK?