Room 514 [morning]

[rilla_myrilla]

Rilla was up at dawn to prepare Jims' bottle. It had become habit at this point, and she returned to the room with warm milk for him and a cup of tea for her without really paying attention.

It was only when she realized that Jims was giggling to himself that she really took notice--Jims wasn't really a giggly baby

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[wesleynotponcy]

Wesley was on his way back from the salle when suddenly Jims' new best friend skidded across the hallway floor over his feet.

There was... maybe a slightly shrill shriek before he realized that it wasn't moving. Don't you judge, Rilla.

"Good lord," he muttered, pressing a hand to his heart as he caught his breath. Still slightly breathless, he leaned into Rilla's room to check, "Is everything all right?"

[rilla_myrilla]

Jims had burst into tears at the loss of his new toy.

"There was a doll!" Rilla said shakily. "I didn't get it for him and it looked a hundred years old. And dirty."

[wesleynotponcy]

"Well," Wesley said, still slightly flustered, "it seems fine now." Thank you, Wes, that was helpful. "Is Jims all right?"

Well, he was crying, so... no.

[rilla_myrilla]

"Oh, he's just hungry," Rilla declared, picking him up and rocking him a bit.

Jims sniffled. He missed his creepy little doll.