Monday dinner [gathering post]
The kitchen was a busy place this evening and that was exactly what Susan needed right now. It was best to be around other people and do something productive, even if she wasn't exactly in the most talkative of moods. It was far better than being at home and surrounded by reminders of what she had lost. That was why Susan had gone to the trouble to make fresh bread to go along with the two different kinds of soup (vegetable and chicken noodle) that had been simmering all afternoon and why she had made two desserts--a pineapple mango upside down cake and lemoncakes.
Rickon behaved admirably during all this, considering. At first he followed her round the kitchen, dragging his blanket (blue, with little red cars printed on) and his battered gray stuffed wolf round with him, and then he sprawled in the corner with a colouring book and some crayons, happily scribbling away all over the pages with no regard whatsoever for the lines. He was so quiet that for a bit Susan almost forgot he was there, as busy as she was with dishing out food and washing up afterward.
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Rickon was bored. Mother was busy and he was tired of colouring and there were so many people going in and out and none of them were paying him any attention. He missed Father dreadfully and no one seemed to know at all where he was, so Rickon thought that meant that he needed to go look for him himself. So when Mother had her arms up to her elbows in the sink full of soapy water, he picked up his blanket and his stuffed wolf and wandered off in search of his father.
[ooc: gathering post! feel free to tag this post in a couple ways: tag Susan before Rickon wanders off, tag each other, or tag the wayward Rickon and bring him back to the kitchen! He couldn't have gone too far, just far enough for Susan not to see him. He's nearly two.]
Rickon behaved admirably during all this, considering. At first he followed her round the kitchen, dragging his blanket (blue, with little red cars printed on) and his battered gray stuffed wolf round with him, and then he sprawled in the corner with a colouring book and some crayons, happily scribbling away all over the pages with no regard whatsoever for the lines. He was so quiet that for a bit Susan almost forgot he was there, as busy as she was with dishing out food and washing up afterward.
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Rickon was bored. Mother was busy and he was tired of colouring and there were so many people going in and out and none of them were paying him any attention. He missed Father dreadfully and no one seemed to know at all where he was, so Rickon thought that meant that he needed to go look for him himself. So when Mother had her arms up to her elbows in the sink full of soapy water, he picked up his blanket and his stuffed wolf and wandered off in search of his father.
[ooc: gathering post! feel free to tag this post in a couple ways: tag Susan before Rickon wanders off, tag each other, or tag the wayward Rickon and bring him back to the kitchen! He couldn't have gone too far, just far enough for Susan not to see him. He's nearly two.]