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"You know, kid, you're cramping my style," Lennox informed Emmy after she'd gleefully thrown a handful of berries at him. There was a small part of him that was secretly proud, however, because she'd hit him square in the chest, staining his yellow shirt with red, and her aim was fantastic. If her aim was already so great, Lennox was sure she'd be a kickass curler by the time she was ten.
Provided she didn't alienate all her teachers by throwing things at them.
Toby came next, the wooden turtle bouncing off the wall next to Lennox's head and he turned to look at Emmy with wide eyes.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked seriously, looking down at the berries in his lap and then the at the turtle where it had fallen by his side. They were sitting on the floor in the kitchen, Emmy with a bowl of berries and her turtle. Well, at this point, just her bowl of berries, since Lennox had decided to take Toby hostage.
Things in the Hamlet still weren't perfect, Lennox knew. Chris was still adjusting to having to watch his mother die again and Gordon... well, Lennox hadn't spoken to Gordon much lately. He'd wanted to, but he felt like he was intruding somehow. Peggy hadn't been his wife or mother, after all, but that didn't mean it hadn't affected him as well. She'd been like family when he was growing up, he'd known her since before any of them could curl and he'd loved her.
Those were the thoughts he was trying to hold at bay by playing with Emmy. There was something simple about being with a kid on the kitchen floor. Something that made it easier to forget.
"Toby would like me to tell you that he doesn't like being thrown," Lennox said to Emmy. In return, she just giggled at him and shoved more berries into her red stained mouth.
Provided she didn't alienate all her teachers by throwing things at them.
Toby came next, the wooden turtle bouncing off the wall next to Lennox's head and he turned to look at Emmy with wide eyes.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked seriously, looking down at the berries in his lap and then the at the turtle where it had fallen by his side. They were sitting on the floor in the kitchen, Emmy with a bowl of berries and her turtle. Well, at this point, just her bowl of berries, since Lennox had decided to take Toby hostage.
Things in the Hamlet still weren't perfect, Lennox knew. Chris was still adjusting to having to watch his mother die again and Gordon... well, Lennox hadn't spoken to Gordon much lately. He'd wanted to, but he felt like he was intruding somehow. Peggy hadn't been his wife or mother, after all, but that didn't mean it hadn't affected him as well. She'd been like family when he was growing up, he'd known her since before any of them could curl and he'd loved her.
Those were the thoughts he was trying to hold at bay by playing with Emmy. There was something simple about being with a kid on the kitchen floor. Something that made it easier to forget.
"Toby would like me to tell you that he doesn't like being thrown," Lennox said to Emmy. In return, she just giggled at him and shoved more berries into her red stained mouth.