Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly had woken up very, very hungry.  And she didn't want to wake up Mommy.  That would be bad. 

So instead she was very, very sneaky - she was going to be a spy after all and Daddy said she could be pretty too! - and crept out of the room until she found one of the big rooms with food in there.   She was awfully disappointed not to see Bridge making 'paghetti this time or Auntie Parkie with food though.

But there was food in the cupboards.  She knew it.  And that was why there was a weetiny blond girl carefully scaling the counter to get to the top cupboards where she just knew the good food was kept.


[OOC: Open, of course!]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad lifted a chin in greeting to Jim, pointing at the little girl, as if to say, hey. Look. Little girl. The pointing was his version of the zomg squee, because she was cute and little and offered him cookies. True, the cookies were him, but, yes. Cute.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim looked. Uh huh. He got the little girl thing. But he was sleepy and wondering what a little girl was doing in the common room. "Hey," he said in greeting. "What's with the kid?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shrugged. He hadn't really thought of that part yet.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim shrugged as well, keeping an eye on the kid as he scrounged for breakfast. Not in the slightest bit paternal, but everyone had an automatic "not the soft little skulls" reaction, right?