Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[wesleynotponcy]

Wesley felt a little silly, entertaining his bratty child in the common room with board games that she seemed irrationally talented at. Honestly, what nine-year-old could beat a trained and experienced Watcher at Scrabble? He was positive that she was making the words up, but every time he consulted a dictionary, all he saw was Eloise's smug little

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[longislandiceme]

Bobby entered the common room in search of food. This in and of itself was not so unusual. The small tousle-haired boy he whose hand was curled in his own? That was somewhat out of the ordinary.

"Hey," Bobby greeted, upon seeing the room was already occupied. "Know if there's anything good in the kitchen?" The boy who accompanied him gave Wes a wide-eyed look and looked as if he wanted to protest something about this, but Bobby continued: "...That can be cooked in a microwave."

[liliceflakes]

"Mama would let me," Henry pouted. Also: lied. Which Bobby would almost definitely know, but it was worth a shot.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby... tried very hard not to laugh at this statement. And mostly succeeded. "Kiddo, you'd have more luck trying that the other way around," he pointed out. Because, well. See above. Grownup!Bobby probably had let him do so at some point.

[liliceflakes]

Henry pouted for a second before perking up a little. "Daddy, can I tell you a secret?"

[longislandiceme]

"Sure," Bobby nodded. "What's up?"

[liliceflakes]

Henry thought about just telling him in his head, like he would with Mama, but he tugged Bobby's hand so he could 'whisper' in his ear. "Auntie Emma gived me coffee earlier. Don't tell Mama?"

[longislandiceme]

"My lips are sealed," Bobby promised, making a zipper motion across his lips.

[liliceflakes]

"She said I can hide it from Mama, too, in my head, but it sounded hard so I just told you so I can't get in trouble," Henry replied.

Five year-old logic was great.

[longislandiceme]

"Your mom usually finds out anyway when I try to hide stuff," Bobby admitted ruefully. "But a little coffee never hurt anyone, anyway," he reasoned.

...Bobby's logic wasn't much better, some days.

[liliceflakes]

"Mama says it's gonna stunt my growths," Henry said, looking alarmed.

He didn't really know what that meant, though.

[longislandiceme]

"I think that might be a myth," Bobby mused. Oh, Sookie was going to love that.

[liliceflakes]

"Whassa myth?" he wondered. "Also, Dad, I'm hungry. Can I have poptarts?"

[longislandiceme]

"A made up story," Bobby tried to explain. "And you caaaaaan," he singsonged. "But then you won't have any room left for pizza."

[liliceflakes]

"Pizza?" Behold the way Henry's eyes lit up. "Do I gotta eat vegetables too? Or drink milk? Mama says if we're having pizza I gotta eat something healthy to go with it!"

[longislandiceme]

"At least one slice with green peppers on it," Bobby said, after thinking about that one for a moment. That counted, right?

Best. Parent. Ever. Clearly.

[liliceflakes]

"Mama won't be mad?" Henry asked hopefully.