Second Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He bit his lip and preened, and he actually cocked a leg. "Meeeeeg! It's me, Johnny!" Then he reached out to poke the very tip of her nose.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Awwww!" Meg squeed squeed. "Of course you are! I was being silly."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Silly pretty girl!" he laughed and ran around her again before he grew serious and whispered, "There was this girl in my bed this morning."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Awwww! She wanted to keep weetiny!Johnny forever.

"There was?" Meg said with mock surprise. "What was she doing in there?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He seemed to think about that. "She was sleeping! I might have waked her up accidintly."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Well if it was an accident then I don't think she'll be mad at you or anything," Meg said. And then just because it would be cute she asked, "Was she a pretty girl?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny's cheeks turned deep red and he shuffled a little foot, clasping his hands behind his back. "Yeah, she was pretty. She's my girlfriend."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

What do you know, Johnny did blush.

"There's nothing wrong with having a girlfriend," Meg said with a smile. She didn't want to encourage the "girls have cooties" stereotype that Dick so loved. "They're awesome."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He made a face. "But not touching my pillow. That's my pillow. She can't have my stuff. Girl cooties will rub off on it." He had a big sister, he knew all about stupid girl cooties.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Girls don't have cooties, Johnny," Meg said. "That's a myth."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe most buteeful girls like you don't," he conceded at least. "What's a myth?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Johnny was a smooth talker even as a little kid. Meg guessed he was born with those skills. "A myth is a story that someone made up. It isn't true."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Who made cooties up?" he asked, blinking innocent blue eyes at her.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Someone who is mean," Meg said matter-of-factly. And someone who was probably a boy. But she didn't want to give Johnny a complex so she didn't say that.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Oh. I don't wanna be mean, Meg."

Johnny laughed again and zoomed around her. "Can you make pankcakes with ears like that cartoon mouse?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" Meg said. She'd try to anyways. "It might not be perfect though. Is that okay?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" he caught up close to her to give her leg a quick hug. "Thank you thank you thank you!"