Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[blessed_twice]

At some point, Wyatt grew bored with the blocks and orbed out of Chris's room into the common room. The TV had some cartoons on, but Wyatt changed the channel. Anyone observing might note he wasn't using the remote to do it.

He found a channel with a movie about dragons on it and clapped in delight. He liked dragons. He wanted a dragon. So he started to call it out of the TV.

But as luck would have it, he took a step backwards and stepped on the actual remote control, changing the channel to a popular children's show. And what he called out of the TV wasn't exactly a dragon.

It was a singing purple dinosaur. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?"


[Open, of course. Based on canon, but Barney wasn't entirely my idea. *bats eyes innocently* ;) ]

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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Evie said, sounding disappointed. "Thank you very much for the song, Mister Big Purple Thing. You sing good." She stared at him a second. "Do you know any songs about graveyards?"

[blessed_twice]

"No?" the dinosaur said, befuddled.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Awww." Evie sighed in disappointment. "That's okay. It's not your fault." She looked thoughtful, than sang:

Dead puppies
are such fun
Dead puppies
they don't run!

[blessed_twice]

The dinosaur tried to clamp its hands over its non-existent ears. "That's not a good song!" it said.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"My brother taught it to me," Evie said, looking pouty. "He's the best singer! It is so too a good song."

[blessed_twice]

"You shouldn't sing about dead things, that's not nice," the dinosaur said.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Evie stared at him.

[blessed_twice]

"Because . . . because!" Was it possible for dinosaurs to flail?

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"But why?" Evie insisted, tilting her head.

[blessed_twice]

"Because it's not nice!" the dinosaur said.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"But they're just dead," Evie said puzzled. "It's not their fault!"

[blessed_twice]

"You should sing songs about the sun and trees and grass and happy things," the dinosaur said. It might've been close to headdesking.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Dead things are happy things. They're happy to be dead." Evie pouted at the Big Purple Thing. "They gets to go to the Af-ter-Life. It's a party."

[blessed_twice]

The dinosaur whimpered and fled from the scary child.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Momohead likes your song!" Sokka said, walking up and shoving Momo Jr. in Evie's face.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"And I like Mr. Momohead!" Evie said, backing up a little and blinking, then patting him on the head. She made a face at Barney, and nodded hard at Sokka. "There's lots of songs about dead things!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka looked at her funny. "Songs about dead things? Like heroes in the war? Or fish for dinner?"

He started bouncing excitedly. "I killed lots of fish dead! And then we ated them! And some penguins too! I'm a good hunter!"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Both!" Evie bounced and hugged him, Mr. Momohead and all. "Like London Bridge is 'bout the plague! Oh, but I like food songs better!" She looked gleeful. "Penguins! Are they yummy penguins?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

YAY for hugs from his bestest friend ever!!!

"Penguins are SUPER yummy!!!" He frowned. "But I promised Orangey I wouldn't eat any tiny ones. That makes me sad."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Whyyyy?" Evie looked confused, patting Mr. Momohead hard on the head again. Yay chin-chill-as! "Do teeny penguins make you 'lergic?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"'Cause Orangey's mean to people who eat penguins. 'n she beat me up."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"AH!" Evie looked appalled. "Mean! I'll kick her! I'll kick her hard!" She nodded until her hair flew every which way. "'Cause you're my friend and I'm on *your* side."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"YAY!!!" Girls were good at beating people up. That was AWESOME.

Sokka tried to clap excitedly with his hands full of chinchilla. Momo Jr. didn't like that very much.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh no Mr. Momo!" Evie patted him again, and said to Sokka, "Careful. Chin-chill-as are frag-ile. That means they can go squish."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I know that!" Sokka pulled Momo Jr. away from her and gave the frightened chinchilla a kiss. "He's mine! I pet him good!"