WHO: Hamano Jennifer (Mama), Jojo (Helper), Shibuya Yuuri (Son), Wolfram von Bielefeld (Fiancé), and Giselle (Damsel in Distress)!
WHAT: Jennifer cheering up a weepy inch-high Who and a girl in a woman's body with the beautiful love of her son and his (male) fiancé
WHERE: Crimson Dragon and its kitchen
WHEN: Evening of this extremely long day (Day
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He slipped his small feet into the pedals and pushed and the plane propelled forward, and with a sudden loud whoosh the wind caught beneath it and pulled it up high, and the little Who Jojo took off into the sky.
He flew and he pedaled until down in the street he saw the Crimson Dragon below his little feet. So he landed a plane on the nearby windowsil, and peeked his head in to find the kitchen far from still.
"Um, hello?" asked Jojo, feeling small as a Who, "Someone asked me for help in the journals... was that you?"
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She motioned to the sprawl of herbs, condiments, chicken, vegetables, and fruits on the counter-top.
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"Um... no," said the Who, a little confused. He had never before, but... what would happen if he refused? A person was a person, no matter how small, and Hamano Jennifer needed help, no matter how tall. "But I can try..." continued Jojo, with a shy little grin. And he left his plane on the ledge, and took a few small steps within.
He was glad to be helping a woman so kind that the subject of smallness never once crossed her mind.
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"And trying is all you ever need do, Little One, though you are going to have to tell me your name eventually!" Jennifer giggled and patted him on the head once more. "Now, let's see... I want to get these seasonings measured out... So I'm going to pour handfuls into these small bowls here..." She took four dishes probably meant to hold sauces from their place on a drying rack. "And then I'm going to give you this teaspoon..." She picked up the smallest spoon she could find. "And you can start mixing the seasonings together for me!" She giggled.
First, she pointed to the flour. "I need four scoops of that - no wait, better make it twelve." Then, to the garlic she'd already minced. "Three of that." Then she pointed to the salt. "Plus I'd say... four of this one... but only two of that one," she finished as she indicated the pepper.
"Think you can do that for me?" She smiled pleasantly down at the Who as if it wasn't the only task she'd be asking for his help with.
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It was as if, upon being separated from Yuuri once, Wolfram was paranoid it was going to happen again.
"Hello?" he called, only seeing his mother busily moving about the cooking space. "Are we early?"
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He was also feeling well enough to be hungry, and quite so at that considering he'd emptied his stomach prior to arrival.
"Good evening, mother," he said pleasantly, wondering where it would be appropriate to sit.
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She clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh! I know! Would you like to help set the table?"
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