Geeez, Louise. [He teases her in her voice, which is neither his accent or her mothers, but touched with both alongside the American and English picked up from the majority of her friends, here.
And he jogs her side to side, then tips her back lightly and grins.]
I'm not doing a good job at making you sleepy, am I?
Not if I'm no fun. Serious people don't have marshmallows. And if they do, they're the kind that have been left to dry out and get crusty.
[Or honeybears, or the little comic book figures that fight around his computer. He sets her down, only to stand and lift her in a fireman's carry over his shoulder.]
You'll just have to consider whether I'm fun or not on the way.
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[But he doesn't really impose dietary restrictions. Her arteries should last her a while yet.
He hums a little, opening the book.]
What if there was something your mum was afraid of? Would that scare you?
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[She manages to wiggle around a little, trying to find the most comfortable spot.]
She's not scared of anything. Except water, and I'm not scared of swimming.
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[He jogs his knee up, probably making the process harder.]
Well, see? We can't chase you off with a handful of water balloons, can we?
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[SIGH.]
You're making it really hard to get comfortable!
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Yes, you, geeeez-
[But then she's giggling, even as she's trying to protest.]
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And he jogs her side to side, then tips her back lightly and grins.]
I'm not doing a good job at making you sleepy, am I?
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[But she does speak French and Italian, gifts from her mother who spoke to her in both from a very young age.]
We should have a pancake party.
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Pancake day's a while off, yet.
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[She is on a strict no-sugar after 8pm diet. She has enough trouble sleeping as it is.]
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Do you know who that'd be a good party for?
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[She has that same look Chase does, like duh, it's obvious.]
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[She'd end up overtired and sobbing. He knows, he's given in once too often before.]
We can have a vending machine hot chocolate party. Just one.
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[But hot chocolate.]
...can we have some marshmallows? I know you have them in the cabinet I can't reach.
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[Or honeybears, or the little comic book figures that fight around his computer. He sets her down, only to stand and lift her in a fireman's carry over his shoulder.]
You'll just have to consider whether I'm fun or not on the way.
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[There's not much she can do because she is tiny]
No no no put me down and I'll hold your hand!
[But she doesn't kick she just hits him on his back with her tiny hands]
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Meanwhile your tiny fists shall not thwart him, puny mortal. Or something. He's heading into the hall.]
But you're all the way up there now...
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[She pats his back with her hands, thrum thrum thrum]
I'll give you a kiss!
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[He just lopes along.]
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[Noooooooo]
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[Loping! People will see!]
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[Huff]
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[He stops and reaches a hand behind his back.]
Shake?
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Now put me down.
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