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[tar_calion]

*Leaves Eärendil's and takes a rather circuitous route home, not looking forward to facing his father's wrath.*

*Creeps inside and looks for his mother, knowing that if he can reach her first, all will be well!*

*Scurries down the hall and runs right into his father.*

Bugger.

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[gimilkhad]

Now just where did you run off to eariler on, hmm?

[tar_calion]

*sullenly* The coast.

[gimilkhad]

And what pray, was so pressing that you had to go tearing off there so urgently?

[tar_calion]

It's not lame and gay like a dancing lesson?

[lomihina]

*enters the room and pushes past your father*

Pharazon, wash up. Dinner's ready. Whatever your father's lecturing you about can be done afterwards.

[gimilkhad]

*splutters* Banäth! Stop undermining my authority!

[lomihina]

You authority can wait. Dinner, on the other hand, is getting cold as we speak.

[tar_calion]

*bounds off to wash-up*

SAVED!

*comes back and takes a seat at the table, looking insufferably smug.*

[lomihina]

*smiles benevolently at you as she dishes up some mashed potatoes onto your plate*

[gimilkhad]

*Decides to interrogate make conversation with the boy while you dish up.*

So. What exactly were you doing this afternoon?

[tar_calion]

*smiles at his mother* Thanks Ammî. :)

*through a mouthful of mashed potato* Meeunpawë weng koo fee Azshruhbêl.

[gimilkhad]

Don't speak with your mouth full.

[tar_calion]

Then don't ask me questions when I'm about to have dinner.

[lomihina]

Gimilkhad, pass the gravy.

[gimilkhad]

*Passes the gravy and continues his fruitless attempts at getting Pharazôn to behave*

Don't give lip.

[lomihina]

*eyeroll*

Can we please have a nice, quiet dinner? Honestly, Gimilkhad. I barely see either of you all day and you have to spoil it.