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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[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim peered at the little girl, the carafe hovering in midair, forgotten. "Aly. Like, the teacher Aly."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"'M too little to be a teacher!" Aly said. "But I'm gonna grow up and be the bestest spy ever." She leaned in close. "I have lockpicks."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim grunted. This play got really surreal sometimes. "Lockpicks? Aren't you too little for lockpicks?" He turned the coffeemaker on and went rummaging for hot chocolate mix.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Nope! But I can't open hard locks yet. My hands are too little to hold too many picks," she said with a nod. Whispering again, she added. "We opened all the locks last night. But it's a secret."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"All the locks? All the locks to what?" Jim had no idea why he was whispering back. It seemed appropriate.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"On the doors!" Aly replied. "We wanted to see what was in the rooms." She nodded.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim was very glad weetiny teachers hadn't broken into his room last night. Because there were things weetinies shouldn't see.

"And what did you see?"

Okay, she was kinda cute. Definitely deserving of hot chocolate. Which he located with a couple sniffs.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She looked at him carefully. "Are you sure you won' tell no one? It's a secret."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

He held up three fingers in a scout's honour oath. "I promise."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Apparently satisfied, Aly beamed at him. "Well, we foun' stuffed animals and lotsa pretty shoes and fluffy kitties and sleepin' people."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"You found a lot of things then," he said with a smile as he warmed up milk for the hot chocolate, making sure weetiny body parts wouldn't come in contact with things like open elements.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh!" She watched the milk warming up process carefully. "D'you like hot choklit too?"

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "It's okay. I like coffee better." Lana might want some hot chocolate, though . . .

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Mommy and Daddy like coffee better too," Aly shook her head. "You silly grownups."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Maybe little girls are silly for liking hot choklit - chocolate better," Jim pointed out. "Who's Mommy and Daddy?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly considered this very seriously. "Nope."

"Mommy's Alanna a'course. And Daddy's her husband."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Hot chocolate finished, he filled a mug two-thirds full and made sure it wasn't too hot before handing it to her. "Be careful."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly beamed at him. "Thankyou, Jim." She took a sip. "'S very good hot choklit."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome. And thanks." Now, for his coffee . . . coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee . . .

He sighed happily with his first sip.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She just watched him over the rim of her hot choklit cup.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim eyed her. ". . . what?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"You sighed like you were sad," Aly said.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I was happy. Not sad."