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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 11:00 pm
Miss Quill was far from a lonely woman to all who'd bother looking, but in truth her heart was far from full. She was one of only two Leialite peoples on this world Gaia, the other entirely unavailable to most purposes. Her only true lover was literally worlds away from her, his very life quite possibly forfeit. She'd taken solace so long in her artifacts and dearest, albeit foreign friend Lee for some time, but she'd had quite enough.
She was getting older, and though her skin had few wrinkles and her bones still felt fresh and new, she knew it was only a matter of time until age got it's revenge on her. The magic of her home plane was slowly departing, and she'd be just as human as anyone else soon, her life expectantly chopped in half at the least. Eighty years to make a difference? A hundred and fifty, if she could milk all the potency from her plane that it was worth? Hardly enough time to make a difference, or more importantly, to get home.
Getting home proved more difficult than she'd hoped when she first learned of the numerous other 'magic' types available on Gaia, but many years later, and a great deal of money proved useless. Her home plane was inacessable; what made them capable so early on also protected them from would-be summoners and travelers. She'd tried hunting down Maddox for a few years, but that, also, proved more dangerous than it was worth.
So now the Leialite woman sat lazily in her greenhouse, displayed like a piece of art over a hand crafted chase as some newly mortal statue waiting to be chipped away. She watching as the ever-lively gardener nearby nursed his plants.
"They are looking especially lovely this year, Lee." She praised, cherry-red lips pursing ever so slightly as the young man looked up from his work with a goofy grin.
"Eh? Ya'think so, Rick?"
"Especially the orchids," she nodded, "but these are still my favorite." She pointed at a potted venus fly trap plant, which boasted a rather extreme size.
"I know, m'dear, s'why I coddle em so."
"You're too good to me." Her sarcasm was apparent.
"Aww, no I ain't Rick, ya' pay me well an' good!"
"Possibly too much? We're still out of the orchard's wine and I'm hosting a dinner party tomorrow. Didn't I tell you a week ago?"
The blonde blushed, a nice compliment to his sunny golden tanned skin. He reached up with a slightly muscled arm and scratched his scruffy hair, posture something horrid. "Ya'did Rick, an' I'm sorry! It's just a two hour drive up there 'n I been busy... They don' bloody well deliver, either."
She grinned and pushed herself up, the nest of dark red hair she'd slowly been piling up on top of her head in boredom suddenly tumbling down, "I know Lee, but get to it today, won't you? I need you tomorrow to all day, I'll even finish the watering."
"Eh?... You?... But, you remember the Anemone need to be turned tonight and watered lightly! And the Freesia, and Gardenias, but not the Lisianthus and the Lilies and-"
"I'll figure it out." She tapped her her finger on the top of her opposite hand, "Hurry, please!"
Lee knew when arguing was pointless. With a sigh, he set his watering can down and hurried out of the small mansion, driving his pick-up up to Mave's favorite and most exclusive orchard. Lee hated going there. It was a suspiciously small orchard, Lee didn't think there were enough grapes to make a jar of jelly none the less a case of good wine, and the proprietors were strange and far too cryptic for his liking. Maverick always teased the wine was 'magic' at her parties, Lee'd come to believe she was right.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 12:59 am
Maverick Quill woke up two days later in her luxurious satin blood red sheets, greeted wholeheartedly by the morning glare through her two story high french windows.
She'd slipped a royal blue robe on and traveled downstairs into the kitchen, where the ever-chipper Lee was busy at work creating a mouthwatering vegetarian breakfast complete with zig-zag carved melons and other such useless accents.
"I've been thinking..." Maverick said, sitting at the small breakfast table in the kitchen; which sat aside a large window showcasing the walk-in greenhouse. "about children. Do you want children, Lee?"
Lee looked up, flipping a pancake. "Oh, well, ya'know..." He blushed, a sign of embarrassment and regret both. It was a somewhat sensitive subject for the young man, "Mebbe someday, with the right girl an' all."
"I see. What if you never find that girl?"
"Well, I... I don't know, Rick, I ain't give that kinna' stuff much thought. Pancakes?"
"No, thank you." She tapped her stomach and smiled impishly, a 'gotta keep the figure' gesture Lee recognized with a grin. "Do you think I'd make a nice mother?"
"A nice mother, Rick?"
"A ...good mother?"
He paused, and looked thoughtful for a moment, turning toward her after quickly preparing the rest of her plate to give it to her. "I don' see why not, Rick, but I gotta admit it's kinda strange picturin' you with a kid."
Maverick's gaze looked away; down to her plate, where she distractedly poked at her food. "Your pancakes are burning."
"Oh!"
"So you think I'd be a... strange mother?" She eventually asked, looking back up at the man.
Lee laughed anxiously, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn' mean it like that Rick, I just said it was strange... the' mansion ain't exactly romping grounds an' I know how you like your privacy."
"Well, say I was willing to give that all up! Say I was willing to... build a playset in one of the gardens and wake up in the middle of the night for feedings!"
Lee blinked. He knew bloody well in that scenario it meant he'd be waking up in the middle of the night. He coated his pancakes with a generous helping of butter and syrup and then set his plate down opposite of Maverick's, sliding down into a seat. Eventually he met her ever so slightly nervous gaze and cracked a grin. "Ain't a bad idea t'all, m'dear."
Maverick smiled brilliantly, a quick expression she'd been itching to share. "Truly?!" She stood up, throwing her ornate cloth napkin on the table. "Well then! It's official! I'm going to have a baby!"
"Are ya.. what?!" Lee asked, jaw dropping (complete with a mouthful of pancakes.) "You're.. you're.. it ain't Mister Carriano's is it?"
Maverick looked back mid glee-inspired spin to the younger man and let out a short laugh coupled with surprise. "What? Ahah, no no, Lee! .. Carriano? Oh, no. I'm not pregnant, Lee, but I-"
"You're gonna try an' get pregnant?"
"No, not like that. I just need to select the optimal agency and choose - Lee, settle down, now! You are looking a bit pale, love!"
"I... if you're about to ask me to... well, you know..."
"Oh, Lee, I suggest you hush now before I'm forced to fire you. Now, let's see! There are babies that come from tubes, from lamps, from peices of jewelry, from pots, from insemination-" - Such a word inspired a disgusted look on both faces - "and... hmm, plants."
Lee let out a heavy sigh. "Are you at least going to eat your breakfast, Rick?" He said, retreating into a typical male state where in problems could be solved by ignoring them entirely.
"Oh, in a minute! A plant, Lee, how does that sound? Oh, yes! A former... acquaintance of mine had such a child, I've heard wondrous things - Oh, Lee, I think that's what I'm going to do! I'm so excited!"
"I can tell. You just did a lil' spin. Ain't becoming of a nearly fourty year old woman, Rick."
"Lee! I told you my age in confidence!... Oh, you... Well, you're lucky I'm distracted. So much to do but - I - OH! The shopping! We have to select the perfect room and do so much shopping! First things first, though, Lee, go find me Eliot Rose's number." She cringed with a necessary distaste very breifly before continuing a masked matronly-skip out of the kitchen.
"Mr. Rose? But.. oooh, I remember - I'll get to it just as soon as I'm finished with m'breakfast, Rick!"
"Now!"
"Oh, bloody well figures.. g'bye my love, I'll see you soon." Lee told his pancakes, pulling himself from his seat to go find amongst his mistress's numerous address books the newest number for the infamous Eliot Rose.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:38 pm
The next week had been placated by nervous twitching and shopping for unisex decor. Now, the ever so special delivery she had been waiting for finally arrived that morning, and the mansion was quite busy with life.
"Lee! No! Oh, be CAREFUL, Lee!"
"I am, I am, woman! I carried bigger plants than' this, I have!"
"It isn't just a plant Lee, it's... well, you know what it is! My darling!" She practically sang, hovering in front of the man proving more distracting than helpful as he carried the large cabbage out into the greenhouse.
"Ya sure this is the best place to put it? I mean, it's a greenhouse an' all Lee. Fer plants. An like ya just said-"
"Yes but if the baby is being protected by the cabbage, it would serve logic assuming protecting the cabbage protects the baby, no? Just hurry, Lee, you are giving me a heart attack!"
A few moments later, a successful landing of a cabbage in a cleared out section of the greenhouse where it could be easily spied upon from the kitchen, and the cabbage was happily in it's place. Proudly smacking his hands together to shake off cabbage-dust (mostly imaginary,) Lee looked up to Maverick with a grin as she clenched her hands together over her heart.
"Hope it's less heavy when the kids out, Rick, we have to return it and I ain't sure my back can-"
"Lee. You are twenty seven. Alright, Lee, hook up the misting units and-"
A loud sound rumbled through the mansion, a deep ding like a manufactured gong that trembled large but pleasantly through the house; a doorbell, and an overly done one at that.
"Who in the world?" Lee asked, eyebrows furrowing, quite sure he had cleared their docket of visitors for the next few weeks.
"I have a feeling I know who." Maverick said with a sigh, a slight twitch of her right eye. "Go let him in, won't you? I'll stay here with the baby."
With a nod, Lee turned and left, stopping in the passageway of the greenhouse to kitchen and giving the cabbage a little giddy wave that disappeared the moment Maverick turned to look at him.
"My darling," Maverick coo'ed, sitting on the garden bench next to the displayed overly large plant, "You are already the most precious thing in my life, how about that?" Stroking the leaves, she had no trouble creating a connection with the plant; spectacular things in unusual packages was something she was quite used to. "I don't know what you're going to be, but... well, I think it's safe to say we are prepared for everything. I must admit I rather hope you are a girl, but I'll love you just the same if you're not! Hmm. That's probably not an appropriate thing to say to a child... you must forgive me, this is going to take a little getting used to." She crossed her legs. "But I'm a fast learner, darling. How do you feel about... gold, yes? I can't pick a colour too extreme for you, sweetheart, I don't know what your favors will be..."
The cabbage quickly decided the woman with the voice that spoke like an overly acted, bad musical would prove interesting, endearing or at least amusing.
"...but, if you don't like gold - and, perhaps, red? - we can change it just as soon as you inform me otherwise!"
"Funny, ya'never changed so much as the colour of your nailpolish for me." A new character spoke, his voice a cocky intrusion orienting from a man standing in the entryway in front of Lee with his arms crossed. "Good to see you again, princess! I missed those... ah... eyes."
"Woah!! This house is HUGE!" said yet another, though smaller, and endlessly cuter - a boy, ten or so, who had a look of awe as he examined all the plants and mansion decor. "Is he like your slave or something?!" He asked, pointing back at Lee who promptly rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
Maverick gave a very, very slow sigh as her eyebrows arched. "I thought I smelled you in the neighborhood, Eliot, but did you really have to bring the boy - I expect you have contaminated his young, impressionable life enough as it is."
Eliot shrugged. "Ashley's dealin with some lawyers and Sunny-"
"Vincent."
"-is at work. So's Solo. I had to... I thought it'd be good, anyway. You can see the mess you just created in person."
"If you guys are talking about me, I don't appreciate it!" Harper said tootily, marching into the greenhouse to get closer to the cabbage. A wry grin spread across his face as recognition came around, while he quickly reached out to poke it. The action met a cross glare from Maverick.
"I know what this issss..." The boy grinned, shaking his head. "You're touchy, ain't ya? It don't hurt, you know, these things are tougher than Eliot's head."
"Oh, I like him." Maverick smiled, picking up one of the boys hands where she gave a seated curtsy. "I'm Maverick Quill, little one, what's your name?"
"m'Harper."
"I... see. Ashley named him, didn't she?"
Eliot nodded with a smirk.
"I always did like Ashley's taste in names... not so much attire, but other things. It's a good name, Harper! And to think, you'd of been Cheesemesiter if Eliot'd won the coin toss."
"Hey. That name is instant cool." Eliot said, shaking his head. "Cause you'd either have to be really cool or really nerdy and if it was my kid..."
"You'd be coming to me to help pay for the psychologist visits?"
"Are you two done?" Harper interrupted, a bored expression on his face.
"I certainly hope so, kiddo." Lee muttered, pushing past Eliot to go into the greenhouse next to Maverick and the cabbage. "We just got her settled, Mister Rose, can't you ... delay... your visit for a few days while Miss Quill and the babe get their barings?"
"Miss Quill? What a relief! I'd of thought you'd be a misses by now! Married away to some pompous doctor playing trophy wife of young and the restless. Except not so young."
"I really do despise you."
"It's a passion. I'll take it. Makes for great-"
"You DO know your child is in the room, don't you?!" Lee asked haughtily, interrupting and glaring earnestly at Eliot who rolled his eyes.
Harper, meanwhile, had tuned the bickering adults out entirely. He was already making friends with the cabbage; mostly because he had decided this was his chance to make himself a cool friend that wouldn't protest everytime he came up with mischievous ideas. "Yo, cabbage, it's Harper. Ok, so you don't me yet, but you will soon cause we are gonna go to the same school and stuff. You're a boy, right? Well, if you're not, make yourself one! All my friends are girls and it's really starting to tick me off!"
"...Harper, I don't believe the cabbage has any control over her - er, it's gender." Maverick informed, turning her head.
Harper shook his head, "They do so." He said stubbornly.
The cabbage was perplexed. What was this arguing going on? The voices kept going at each other, their tones hasted and less entertaining - it proved, in fact, even more entertaining.
"If you say so, love. Tell me Harper, would you like some cookies, some fudge maybe? I have a bit of a weak spot for fudge myself and-" Maverick began.
"YEAH!" Harper said, forgetting the cabbage in a heart beat.
"Alright. Lee, would you? I'd like to speak to Mr. Rose for a moment."
"Sure thin' Rick.. err.. Miss Quill." With another glare at Eliot, Lee put his hand on Harper's back and kindly lead him back into the kitchen, closing the door from the greenhouse and letting the curtain close.
An unspoken conversation occurred between the remaining adults in the green house. Eliot watched idlly while Lee and Harper left, fixed in his position against the frame sprawled out like the arrogant star of his own imagination he was, watching the woman unblinking while she did everything she could to avoid his gaze.
"Didn't I tell you never to come back, Eliot?" Maverick asked, breaking the silence, while standing up and quickly fanning herself off with her hand.
"Yeah. That must be why you called last week." Eliot said, turning head head slightly, showing off the grin he was wearing better.
"I think the reason I called is obvious."
"I guess. You always were rather desperate - at the best of times - and it just so happens I'm not attached at the moment..."
"Ha! You aren't attached to anything but your own grandeur, oh, and of course Ashley. When are you just going to admit she has your heart at the mercy of her nails and -"
"You really want to spend the evening talking about Ashley?"
"No. I don't want to spend the evening with you at all... but, I do think there is something good in this, since you are already here. Harper."
"Eh? Harper?"
She nodded, walking proudly toward the greenhouse entrance and thusly closer to Eliot. "Yes. I don't have much experience with children, and he's definately a child. I fear for my little one, that my life is so... controlled."
"You are anything but controlled."
"Don't you ever stop?" She asked, exasperated, right at the door.
"I'll stop whenever you want me to." He said, arm slowly sliding down the opposite frame he was leaning on, playfully blocking her in. He leaned toward her till they were face to face and let his grin slowly fade away while he attempted to read her 'willingness' through her eyes. As always, she confused him greatly.
She'd later explain away the brief make out session that occurred after that to the heat of the greenhouse, and needless to say, the cabbage's confusion grew VASTLY.
******
Harper, meanwhile, had been taken into the main dining hall for a treat. It was a rectangle room, only with angled corners, and far longer than it was wide. It seemed to be build around the large table that sprawled through the length of it; a beautiful thing, dark cherry wood with angels and cherubs carved into the legs and chairs that told stories of war and monumental history in the art of them each. Harper was far less impressed with the room itself as he was the feast that had been set out before him - butlered on as he was by the blond man.
Lee'd decided a boy usually only has one moment in his childhood, if any, to get to go to a mansion and be spoiled and doted on. So he went all out. His fondness for children helped in the matter as well. Cookies, fudge, hot chocolate and soda as well as a sundae with various toppings available to him (including nuts from places Harper couldn't pronounce and various overly expensive syrupy jams). He was, none the less, ecstatic, and stuffing his face entirely. Lee was quite pleased as well, imagining this is what his days would be filled up with soon; childhood glee.
When finally Harper slowed down a little he grinned at Lee, "Will you adopt me?"
"Ah, but member kiddo, I'm just a slave."
"That's alright dude, I don't mind, I ain't judging your choice of career if you get to live like this."
Lee chuckled. "I don't know if I live like this in so many words; you are a guest now, imagine being a slave's son! You'd be forced to clean the toilets!"
"Do I get ice cream after?"
Lee mocked a thoughtful purse of his lips. "Well. Maybe. If you were very very good."
"I'll be the best!"
"Let's talk to your father about it, then! Your new name will be Harper Ross!"
"Oh, that kinda sucks- Hey! My father?! You don't think ELIOT is my father, do you?! ... I take it back, man, I don't want you anymore."
"He isn't your father? Oh, what a relief!" Lee said, seeming genuinely relieved as he took a seat next to Harper.
"You're tellin' me. Ashley's my mom."
"Ah, yes, Miss Sinclair. She was... ah.. very lively when I had the... pleasure to meet her."
"Haha." Harper laughed, grinning at Lee. He'd learned enough what reactions like that had meant, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Not quite as much as the treats he was still stuffing, however. "So. I'ma make you a deal, slave dude. I'll let you guys babysit me every now and then and I'll help make your kid cool if you keep givin' me ice cream."
"Oh will you?" Lee asked, mocking some surprise again.
"Yah." Harper nodded, dropping his spoon and leaning back into his chair to give his stomach (now threatening to explode) some room. "You can have me on the days Eliot watches me."
"Sounds like something you should take up with Miss Quill, Harper, and you know - the mansion isn't really a place for kids."
"... sucks for the cabbage."
"Ha!" Lee grinned. The moments were soon interrupted again by Maverick opening the large doors to the dining hall.
"Oh, there you two are!" She let out an anxious, quick laugh. Her hair disheveled and the blush on her face nearly as deep as the colour of her hair, she coughed quickly and nodded at Lee. "Mr. Rose is going home now, Lee... which, I'm afraid young Harper, means you are as well. But I think-"
"Can I come over again, Sis Quill lady? Uh, miss, whatever!? I'll make your kid cool! Eat ice cream for you! Clean your toilets!"
"Well, I... You'd have to ask your mother but... why don't you have her give me a call, Harper?"
"RIGHT! AWESOME! THANKS! Hey I'll just... make a to-go order here and.." He said, throwing as much fudge and cookies as he could on top of his newly built sundae, then carting over to Eliot with the bowl in hand.
"Gonna jack her, I'm sure, VERY expensive bowl Harper?" Asked Eliot, who looked so beyond proud of himself it very nearly made Lee vomit.
"It's fine. You can bring it back next time you visit-"
"Next time we visit." Eliot interrupted with a sigh. "Goodbye, now. Oh, don't worry sparky, I'll find my way out." He said, waving at Lee who'd started to rise from his chair. With that, Eliot took Harper (complete with bowl o goodness) out of the dininghall.
Lee stared at Maverick for a good two minutes before she finally said something.
"Just what are you staring at, Lee?"
"... Nothing."
"Then stop it!"
".... Fine."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 1:55 pm
Complete with a new sense of 'self' a new smokin' bod and attitude and philosophy on life, Harper's past month had been just one long blur of party and laughing and music and dancing. So much so that he'd almost completely forgotten about the charge he'd taken upon himself in his oh so distant 'childhood,' but when the party finally did die, albeit briefly, Harper pulled himself over to Mave's mansion on early weekend morning. One of the first things he'd done when he'd grown old enough to look the part was get a driver's permit, the written test which he had passed surprisingly quickly given his educational background, and although it technically required a supervising adult most of the time, certain rules (and, you know, laws) were... skipped. This time, however, Eliot came complete wtih the package for obvious reasons, and the two exited the delicious cherry red convertible in the typical unorthodox over the side fashion.
Eliot had been endlessly 'creeped out' by Harper's transformation, and couldn't help but glare through the corners of his eyes at the white haired boy as they marched up the long stone walkway to the large front doors. He was, easily, taller than him now, and seemed to catch his peers' offering of girls like flame's attract mosquitoes. Much to Eliot's horror said attentions were purposely diverted to Tas, who, also, much like certain species of dog had no problem scavenging.
The giant medieval styled doors opened before the pair even got to them. Lee, the usually bubbly-grumpy man at the sight of Eliot was unaffected at his appearance, beaming ear to ear. "Oh, we've been waiting!" The charming English accent commenced, butchered by an infected 'American' way of body language that quickly usured young Sinclair and Rose inside.
What was quickly produced in the glamorous plush sitting room was a red haired woman and her new baby, delightfully awake but already a few hours past her natural bedtime. The baby could already pass for a good one and a half year old for her motor functions and various growing abilities; and was sitting with her arms flopped over her legs on a love seat next to her mother. Pale skin offset by a dash of autumy orange hair and the most lovely amber-orange coloured eyes Mave' swore ever existed. What Harper found most unbelievably awesome, however, were the set of matching wings that found their way out of the girls tufts of hair - in shades of both her skin and hair together. Closer inspection brought more amazement at the soft, almost plummage like fluff he occasionally felt on her head - her hairline, and with the most scientifically astute observation the teen boy finally announced, "Dude! He's a bird!"
Eliot let out a sigh. "Don't bother Mave, he's decided long enough she'd be a he so girl coulda come out in a poodle skirt and pigtails and he'd still of insisted-"
"She's a she, Harper." Mave said, stifling a chuckle.
Bishop had quite completely ignored the stroking of her hair as she was inspected by Harper, her focus on a nearby mirror that was reflecting a glare of morning light. She was discovering something about herself, something she'd failed to realize in her short life prior; her vision was fleeting the brighter it got. Rather than frustrated the baby girl took this experience for all it was worth - assuming all was well and normal, not really caring if it wasn't. Perhaps, even, this meant it was indeed time to sleep, and her body's way of telling her so. When finally Harper's prodding roused a reaction from her - when she felt a portion of her hair go upwards and out and had lifted a hand to investigate - her hand met with an assault of most distressing 'goo.' The baby turned an offended glare in Harper's direction and whined pathetically.
"Chill." Harper instructed, lips pursing again in concentration. "Almost done."
"Geh!" Bishop declared, passing a distressed look to her mother; finding through her now moderately blurry vision with absolute horror her mother seemed intent to allow the assault, even amused by it.
"Ya'actually got really cool hair Bishop, kinna' surprised. Orange is a cool colour. Or brown. Or.. orange. Or whatever the hell your hair colour is supposed to be. Trying to figgre' out why your mom stuck you in that dress, though, y'tryin to make him a cross dresser, Mave? Bishop's a boy!"
"Not boy." Bishop smartely declared, giving a loud sigh when her pouting produced no saviour. "No boy - 'Isop girl. Like you."
"Buuurn." Eliot snorted from somewhere across the room.
"Shut the hell up, you stupid-" Harper began, eyebrows furrowed in inappropriate annoyance.
"Alright." Mave quickly interrupted, with an expert flick of her hand that shut the other two up. She picked up her daughter and worked on smoothing out her hair for a moment, only to give up with the small portion refused to tame. "What did you put in her hair, Harper...?"
"Jello."
"Why ever would you-.. you know what, nevermind."
Bishop was now completely in drenched in the real world, finding with pleasant surprise this new set of characters were both oddly familiar and worth sticking mentally around for. "Harper?" Bishop tried, a small hand feeling her lips as they formed the new word.
"Yeah!" Harper brightened, stealing the baby back from Mave's lap. She didn't give any protest, and seemed all along to have a cool grip of the situation which, already, made Bishop entirely comfortable in all situations.
"Know what his name is? Can you say-" Harper began, lifting the girl up and dotting her nose with his.
"Eliot!"
"Eloit?" Bishop tried, frowning a bit when it didn't come out quite right. She gave a look to Eliot and considered the problem a moment, deciding a moment later to give up as though he didn't much matter.
"Yeah well, I'll teach you his real name later when your mom isn't around, okay?" Harper grinned, tucking the slightly protesting baby into the crook of his arm. "I'ma go show her what chocolate is now, k? Bye!" He turned on his heel and marched out of the room.
Eliot arched his eyebrows, glancing questioningly to Mave. She shrugged. "I reserved that one for him, Eliot. Don't worry, Lee will supervise. He makes a great nanny." She grinned, letting out a contented sigh. "Besides, I wanted you alone-"
Harper's constant talking as he took Bishop through the hallways to the kitchen was something she quickly found totally annoying. "Shhhh!" She tried twice; both times it got completely ignored. When finally they arrived in the kitchen Lee was already waiting for them, and had set out a platter of sundae and chocolate and various fondue for them.
"You're usual, Master Harper."
Harper giggled, sliding into a seat at the breakfast table, Bishop sturdily balanced on one leg. "Alright chicka, where do we start?"
Bishop frowned again, looking out over the foods before her. It wasn't anything she'd seen, certainly not eaten before, and this guy was already annoying and strange. Strange was a word she'd realize was very pot-kettle-calling for her to use, later. With no response, Harper gave one for her. He picked up a spoon of ice cream and without so much as an asking gesture crammed it into Bishop's mouth.
What. In. The world.
Bishop opened her mouth wide and gasped in a large breath of air, getting baby drool and melting ice cream all over her face in the process as it dripped out her lips. It was freezing cold and that was all she could experience at first, but after a few moments of gasping in and blowing out air the taste of it all melted on her tongue. It was positively delightful, somehow, sweet and wonderful. It was right then that Bishop decided to give Harper the benefit of the doubt from there on out.
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