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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[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."