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[little_moons]

There's a little girl with cornsilk hair and a pink pinafore dress screaming in the middle of the rec room. Flo and I sit staring with mouths agape. She doesn't do this often, not really, but last night was a bad night and today's not much better. Two days after their birthday and all celebration is fucking done, as far as she's concerned. She's

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[canaan_divided]

"Playdate," Mamet announces cheerfully, and lifts Calliope from his shoulders to the floor, setting her free.

Calliope looks from Mamet to Neil and the girls, and makes for a chair so she can eat, too. "I hungry," she complains.

[little_moons]

"Oh great, another one," I mutter dryly, but I'm helping Calliope up into her chosen chair anyway, ruffling a hand over her curls and laughing when she slaps me away.

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry too. I think Mamet over there oughta wait on us, what do you think?"

[canaan_divided]

"You know you're thrilled to see us," Mamet says, and he's not even being sarcastic, either. Neil is a giant fucking marshmallow.

"Are you sure you want something I cook?"

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"What are you talkin' 'bout? You got Happy Homemaker written all over you," I say with a grin. I don't even bother to argue about that first part. I'm not that good a liar.

[canaan_divided]

"You have obviously never had one of my omelets," Mamet says. "I can probably make some toast, though. If there's a toaster." He's pretty lazy about meals, usually relying on whatever the kitchen staff makes.

[little_moons]

"Dude, you've been here for like three years and you've never used the toaster?" I say, looking at him like he's insane. Calliope and Mack both match the look almost perfectly.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet looks a mix between guilty and self-defensive. "So? People make food for everybody! Why would I make any myself?"

"Make food, make food!" Calliope starts chanting, and Mack joins in, though her words aren't very intelligible, and mostly just bangs her hands on the table.

[little_moons]

"Oh, for Chrissakes," I mutter, getting to my feet and holding Mack out to him, 'cause I know the second I put her down in the chair alone, she's gonna start wailing again, "Here, take her and I'll make somethin'."

[canaan_divided]

Mamet takes Mack and settles her on his lap, beaming. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.

"French toast? Don't forget the powdered sugar!"

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"Asshole," I mutter, whacking him on the side of the head on my way past, but heading toward the fridge without another word of complaint. I'm fucking hungry too, to be honest, and Mack's vegetables don't exactly look real appetizing.

"And there isn't any powdered sugar." Maybe it's sorta embarrassing, but I know the pantry pretty well, all the times I helped Eostre in there.