3rd Floor Common Room: Saturday afternoon [3-29-08]

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Lana had pulled out paper and crayons and markers and scissors and glue. She'd even found some stickers and glitter. Now she was busily coloring away at the coffee table. There were cartoons on the TV and she was humming happily, tongue sticking out as she concentrated on what she was doing.


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[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot five times carefully while she thinks about this.

"If I took your cookies away, I'd have to 'rrest myself for stealing, huh?" she asks, frowning mightily. "That would be hard. And sharing is good b'havior so okay!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Zactly!" Bridge nods, wide-eyed. "Or I could 'rest you cause I'm a cadet but you're my friend and I like just sharing better," he informs her, holding out the bag of cookies so she can pick some.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarefully tucks her bubble blaster into the waistband of her white pajamas that aren't as shiny as she wishes they are, but someday when she's a real Time Force officer they'll be really shiny!

(It takes a few tries before she gets the bubble gun to stay in place, and not fall down her pants leg.)

"I like cookies," she says happily, and chews on her lower lip in thought as she peers carefully into the bag. Picking just the right cookies is serious business, but she finally comes up with five.

No, seven.

No, nine. 'cause you can never have too many cookies.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cookies is good for you," Bridge says. "Cause they got eggs and flour and those are healthy things. And you gotsa drink milk with them and milk's good for you too."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Milk's important and it's healthy," Jen agrees. "It balances out the unhealthy cookie-stuff. Do we have milk?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Should be some in the fridgergator," Bridge says. "And if there's none left I can get some from my Synthe- Synthe- 'chine. It makes stuffs."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen wanders over to the fridge and uses both hands and a pair of very stubbornly planted feet to tug it open, where she finds a conveniently full and un-expired gallon jug of milk on a shelf juuuuuuuuuuust out of reach.

"Stupid fridge! No fair playing keepaway!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's a fridgergator monster," Bridge says, tugging a chair over to where Jen's standing. "But we're smarter than monsters!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen frowns and pokes at the toy Chronomorpher on her wrist, and when she hits the button it makes tinny noises just like a Bandai toy ahaha. "But we can't fight it if it gets all big!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Xander and Anders and Meg can fights it," Bridge decides. "*They're* big." Five-year-old logic at work.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"But but but!" Jen frowns and makes grabby-hands at the milk again, never mind that Bridge has the chair. "That's s'posed to be our job. They're c'vilians, it's dangerous!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Xander's not c'vilian, not *really*," Bridge says. "He fights *demons*!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen sticks her tongue out at him and crosses her arms over her chest. "Ev'ybody knows there's no such thing as demons! 'cept in Mar'ner Bay in 2000 and that was a thouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusand years ago."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There is so," Bridge says quietly. "Xander's from a different 'mention where they got lots of demons. And no aliens!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"A different 'mention?" asks Jen. "Where cookies aren't s'posed to be bad?"

Please note the priorities here. It's sad how they don't really change in a decade or two.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"They like cookies there!" Bridge nods emphatically. "Lots and lots."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen's eyes light up, and she starts to scramble up onto the chair to go after the milk. "Can we move there?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shakes his head. "Xander got stucked there once," he says sadly. "I couldn't even talk to him onna phone or the puter or *anything* and I don't want anyone to be stucked there even if there is cookies."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Getting stucked is bad," Jen says with a serious frown. She finally makes it up onto the top of the chair and teeters a little before she reaches for the milk. "But I'd rather get stucked in a 'mention where there's cookies than one where there isn't."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Our 'mention has cookies," Bridge points out. "Just not your time. So it's a good thing you're in now instead of then!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh, it is," agrees Jen. She carefully sets the milk down at her feet and clambers back down off the chair, her lips pursed in thought.

"You," she announces finally, an index finger held up in the air, "will be really, really, really old by then."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Almost a thousand," Bridge says, wide-eyed. "I don't have enough fingers for that!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen looks around the room, her lips moving silently as she tries to count and keeps failing, visibly. "I don't think there's enough fingers in this room for that!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if Z made lotsa lotsa lotsa lotsa Zs," Bridge points out.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"But then she might get all tired," Jen points out. She hands the milk solemnly to Bridge so she can start dragging the chair away. "Stay right there, mister fridgergator monster!"