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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[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

And now came the inevitable dilemma that Adah knew was nigh. She stared at Meg for a moment; eventually, the stare shifted from a seemingly blank gaze as it lowered toward the offered plate and a corner of her lower lip disappeared under her teeth.

A moment later, she tentatively let go of the doorframe. She wobbled and, as the wobbling would have indicated, a second later, she fell, back, onto her bottom. It would only be clear a second later, after she blinked and then pat at the place on the ground between her spread legs (three exact, even beats, with the heel of her palm) that it was clear that the unceremonious plop had been quite intended, and she looked up at Meg with a hint of expectancy in her eyes that were just recently so blank.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg gave Adah a sympathetic look. "Are you sure don't want to eat at the table? I can put the plate over there and then help you over to a chair."

The mom in her wouldn't let a kid eat on the floor.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah picked up her fork with her left hand, the good hand, clutching onto it like someone might a dagger. She stared at her own hand a little bit in consideration; Rachel and Leah weren't there to yell at her that she was doing it wrong, in exasperated tones, so she decided to keep the seemingly awkward grip with delighted glee, well hidden in her wide, expressionless eyes. She plunged it down into one of the bits of pancakes, opening her mouth up wide as she leaned over the plate to guide the stabbed piece toward its inevitable consumption.

She figured that this complete disregard of Meg's request was a clear enough way of either telling Meg that she wasn't interested in the table or in being helped, or Meg could do what everyone else did and assume that she hadn't understood, or wasn't paying attention, and end up watching her as she stabbed and chomped away, thinking that she might not have the capacity to do this without eventually choking herself with the mushy bits of breakfast or stabbing herself with the fork instead of the pancakes.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg figured that trying to convince Adah to go to the table was out of the question. She just gave another sympathetic smile and let Adah eat her breakfast.