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]

"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!"