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[Sup, Paradisa, it's an uncommon sight in the lobby tonight. Having reassured himself that the Meta is still a cat, York is down in the lobby and out of his armor with his four-year-old princess. It's not just Daddy's opinion of her, either; though her mother's been gone form the castle a while, York had once found himself waking up in a bed with
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Kieran, wait! [Yuan chases after the child who has rather unexpectedly darted out of his grip.] They aren't your cookies!
[York and company, there is a little boy with teal hair and slightly pointed ears looking at your cookies hopefully. Wat do?]
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Only if it's okay with his Dad.
[She looks up to Yuan.] Is okay?
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[Kieran beams, and takes the cookie happily, managing to stuff about a third of it into his mouth at once.]
Kieran, chew your food, don't inhale it. And what do you say when someone gives you things?
F'ank 'oo! [A few crumbs fall from his mouth in the process, but he manages to catch them and stuff them back in. Yuan sighs.]
And don't talk with your mouth full.
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[And York grins, of course.]
D'you two want to decorate? I got plenty.
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[Kieran shakes his head and pulls on Yuan's hand.] You too, Daddy!
...I suppose I'll give it a try. [It's worth whatever artistic failure to see Kieran grin again, and dive into the decorating supplies with a will.] Just remember, Kieran, the frosting goes on the cookies and not in your mouth.
[Kieran frowns at that.] But 'm gonna eat 'em anyway.
W-well... that's not the point.
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Actually, Icing tastes better when it's on a cookie. Everyone knows that. Right, Laura?
[The little girl nods her head vigorously with wide eyes, because if Daddy says so it must be true.]
THAT IS NOT TRUE. ICING IS BEST ON CAKE. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.
Oh, fine. Cookies or cake.
CAKE.
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I...don't know, Kieran. [Now Yuan's studying Gary curiously as well.] Is that some kind of communicator?
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Technically, you are a sentient program loaded onto a twenty-first-century music player.
AND YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME.
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...Oh. ...Sorry. [Kieran stares at both Gary and Delta for a little longer, then remembers the cookies again. Even as he goes about decorating, though, he still keeps glancing at them. Yuan pats him on the head, pleased with the apology.]
My world doesn't have much in the way of artificial intelligence. [well, except Tabatha...]
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FINE. BUT YOU MUST ADMIT YOU LIKE CAKE.
[York chuckles.] Well, they're sure as he--heck not supposed to have kids where I come from, either.
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[Yuan just smiles in the way that means he's just sort of accepting whatever comes his direction right now.] Glad to know it's a new experience for everyone, then.
[He stares down at a sugar cookie and tries not to look dismayed at the fact that his fingers haven't magically decorated it for him yet. Awkwardly, he begins spreading frosting across the top, since that's the obvious first step.]
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You'd think the little bugger would have learned some manners in three years.
I AM NOT BUGGY. FATHER RAN A COMPLETE VIRUS SCAN ON ME.
[York rolls his eyes, though he then looks curiously at whatever it is Yuan and Kieran are decorating the cookies as.] Well, anyway, it's good to have them back again.
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[Kieran's cookie seems to be growing blobby petals on top. Yuan's, meanwhile, is gaining a triquetra design done in edible ball-bearings.]
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...Yeah, likewise. I think--I think they must know, though. Somehow.
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I hope so. [Maybe he'll write Raine another letter.
Better wait until after Kieran's gone, though. He's not sure how much the children know about what happens when they aren't here - so far, he's been afraid to ask.] I wonder if they miss us, the rest of the year.
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Tribble.
Said that.
[Jeez, guys, you're not supposed to mention his tribble in front of strangers. York just smiles a little sadly at the kids, though.]
I know I miss them enough. I--well, I almost hope they don't, cause I want them to be happy.
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