Never let anyone tell you apple juice is not the best drink ever.
[Because it is, and he's had all sorts of beverages that he ... sincerely hopes this girl hasn't even tasted. Because most parents aren't nearly as negligent as Bro was.]
Out of seemingly nowhere, he produces a cold bottle of apple juice.]
Oh hey. Check that out. Like magic or something.
[And yes, he actually smiles. Note this down, kid. You made Strider smile. One day, you're gonna be running for President and you're gonna bust this out on debate night when you're one point behind and BOOM, instant landslide. Or maybe Dave just doesn't see as much need to front around little kids.]
[Even though her parents aren't together anymore, and haven't been for about four years, they're both very good people, well... decent enough people, but they're both fantastic parents. The worst she's been handed is champagne, and that was for New Years, because it's a very big part of the New Year celebration.
Meggie giggles excitedly, reaching out to grab his free hand for a very enthusiastic handshake.]
Mr Strider, you're my new best friend.
[She isn't going to become president or anything, but she's going to be a very accomplished seer, so perhaps that's the important part.]
[They're just party hats, but look at how cute they are! Rhinestones around polka dots and little pom poms on the ends. It's a little girl's dream party hat.]
[Rose puts on the hat with the reverent decorum of the noble crown it is. She smiles broadly.]
Excellent. We shall be very safe indeed from the boys.
[Her smile quirks a little bit at the mention of "Mom". It still hurts having lost hers. Even if the only thing she would've made for Rose would've been gimlets and martinis.]
[Once Rose's hat is secure on her head, Meggie follows suit, smiling pleasantly. Then, with all of the gusto a little girl can have without knocking down the chairs and couch cushions and enormous stuffed animals being used as walls, she throws back a blanket and offers entrance to her new friend.]
You first. If anyone wants to come in, they've gotta have the password.
[Rose has to be a little careful, she's a LOT taller than Meggie is- 5'4 to be precise, so it requires a little stooping over, but she manages to get in and survey the surroundings. It's really quite impressive for a fort.]
Excellent. That will be certain to keep the unwanted males well away.
[She smiles broadly.] Anyone else in our little club I should be aware of?
[For being made by a seven-year-old, it's pretty neat and rather well put-together. It took quite a bit of work, and it's no wonder that Meggie's absolutely ecstatic about sharing her good job.]
As long as they're a girl, they can come in, because boys would ruin the fort, and eat all the cupcakes.
[She hops into the fort, rushing carefully to the plate of nicely decorated miniature cakes.]
Have you ever considered being an architect when you grow up?
[Rose is truly impressed. She used to build forts, but then her mother built her an actual mockup of a castle in the backyard. As some weird passive-aggressive maneuver. Which ended her interest in forts for quite some time.]
Boys are indeed notorious for their riotous and disorderly natures, not to mention their gluttonous appetites.
[Her friend John in particular could probably have eaten the entire tray in the blink of an eye.]
These cupcakes look lovely. Might I have one, milady?
He still stands there, though. Hands all balled up, like he's got all the time in the world for her to get bored and go in for milk and cookies, and he can take the damn fort. He's the poor, short, angry kid on any playground, and darned it if he doesn't keep trying. ]
What about people who aren't girls and aren't boys but the doctor said they were boys when they were born but the doctor was wrong cause doctors are wrong - A LOT - only I'm not a girl, either, but a whole 'nother thing entirely that changes all the time?
[She wrinkles her nose. Well, she doesn't exactly mean the second part, because she adores her twin brother. But still. Most boys do smell funny and don't deserve a fort as lovely as this one.]
If you wanna, you can play in my fort. I've got cupcakes.
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Behind these wicked cool sunglasses I'm sad as heck.
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[Even when she's being sexist she has to be nice.]
Smores are pretty kicking, dog. I'll see if I can score some apple juice or something to add to the party.
[She beams excitedly.]
Yeah, you can definitely be in that club.
[Because it is, and he's had all sorts of beverages that he ... sincerely hopes this girl hasn't even tasted. Because most parents aren't nearly as negligent as Bro was.]
Out of seemingly nowhere, he produces a cold bottle of apple juice.]
Oh hey. Check that out. Like magic or something.
[And yes, he actually smiles. Note this down, kid. You made Strider smile. One day, you're gonna be running for President and you're gonna bust this out on debate night when you're one point behind and BOOM, instant landslide. Or maybe Dave just doesn't see as much need to front around little kids.]
Edited at 2013-01-24 06:45 pm (UTC)
Meggie giggles excitedly, reaching out to grab his free hand for a very enthusiastic handshake.]
Mr Strider, you're my new best friend.
[She isn't going to become president or anything, but she's going to be a very accomplished seer, so perhaps that's the important part.]
[Four year old logic, Ms. Seven year old. Can you beat it?]
You wouldn't be alone; I'd be with you. They can't be sad if you've got a friend, right?
[Now that didn't fit into her logic equation.] ... okay! Do we hide in forts?
[At least, by the time they get into the fort they will be friends.]
I made a super big fort. There's cupcakes and pillows and blankets inside. It's the best no-boys-allowed clubhouse, ever.
Are there flash lights? And the cupcakes are lemon? [Chocolate is fine too. She's got a tiny bit of a sweet tooth.]
May I join? Much as I sometimes enjoy the company of boys, it's nice to have a break from them sometimes.
[They're just party hats, but look at how cute they are! Rhinestones around polka dots and little pom poms on the ends. It's a little girl's dream party hat.]
You can join, 'cos you're a girl.
A fort you say? All the better for keeping out the boys.
[And the hat really is adorable as can be.]
The boys can't get inside at all. It's got pillows and the warmest blankets inside. There's even cupcakes, I think. Mom made 'em for me.
Excellent. We shall be very safe indeed from the boys.
[Her smile quirks a little bit at the mention of "Mom". It still hurts having lost hers. Even if the only thing she would've made for Rose would've been gimlets and martinis.]
You first. If anyone wants to come in, they've gotta have the password.
Excellent. That will be certain to keep the unwanted males well away.
[She smiles broadly.] Anyone else in our little club I should be aware of?
As long as they're a girl, they can come in, because boys would ruin the fort, and eat all the cupcakes.
[She hops into the fort, rushing carefully to the plate of nicely decorated miniature cakes.]
[Rose is truly impressed. She used to build forts, but then her mother built her an actual mockup of a castle in the backyard. As some weird passive-aggressive maneuver. Which ended her interest in forts for quite some time.]
Boys are indeed notorious for their riotous and disorderly natures, not to mention their gluttonous appetites.
[Her friend John in particular could probably have eaten the entire tray in the blink of an eye.]
These cupcakes look lovely. Might I have one, milady?
A fortress of girls.
He's gonna figure out what TPing a fortress is, and do that thing. ]
I'll knock it down. [ Yeah. ]
This is her fortress of doom, and he was not invited, therefore, he has no power over knocking it down.]
Nu-uh! If you do, I'll have to pinch you.
[Because pinching is far more obnoxious than punching, and punching him will definitely get her into trouble.]
He still stands there, though. Hands all balled up, like he's got all the time in the world for her to get bored and go in for milk and cookies, and he can take the damn fort. He's the poor, short, angry kid on any playground, and darned it if he doesn't keep trying. ]
'M not afraid to hit girls. [ A hesitance. ]
You're mean.
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Well... Do you have cooties?
I like how ya think.
[She wrinkles her nose. Well, she doesn't exactly mean the second part, because she adores her twin brother. But still. Most boys do smell funny and don't deserve a fort as lovely as this one.]
If you wanna, you can play in my fort. I've got cupcakes.
Cupcakes? Count me in! Name's Lyanna and your?