Third Floor Common Room

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was making pancakes.

He'd wanted pancakes, he'd thought Andrew might like pancakes, and it just seemed like a morning for, well... pancakes. As such pancakes (as well as a pan with eggs over easy and some sausage) were what he was making.

Plenty of, of course, since food invariably made other people hungry.

[ooc: open like a common room, especially if any 'budding families' would like breakfast]

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[cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com]

Suffice to say, he was probably not expecting a leg glomp.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

...no, he really really wasn't.

He put his spatula down and wrapped his fingers around the knob; if this was some new sort of weirdness that would require a bit of time to wrap around, he didn't want to burn anything. Especially not the eggs as they smelled horrible burned.

Then he looked down.

"What--"

And froze.

[cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com]

Trindle looked up, confused. Usually Papa was happy to see her. He'd lift her up in his arms and kiss her cheeks and make her something sweet for breakfast.

"Papa?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

....Papa?!?

He was the child's--

She--

He--

What?!

It was a singularly disturbing situation, where he literally couldn't think long enough to even be horrified. He just stood there, a tiny conscious part of his brain glad that he'd turned the gas off, wondering why there was a little girl clinging to him calling him her father.

The green was there, in the back of his mind, but it wasn't quite there. The connotations hadn't hit yet.

Which was really for the best.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was still mostly asleep, at least as far as he was concerned, when he shuffled into the common room. He glanced at Liir, completely missed the the wee one, and flopped onto a couch.

"Smells good," he mumbled. He had flopped out of reach of the television remote, so he would just wait a bit, build up his awakeness, before getting up to grab it.

[cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com]

But Trindle heard her Daddy!

The little sprite gave her Papa another squeeze before scampering around to the couch and pouncing.

"Daddy, Papa's acting weeeeeeeeird. Like he's got brainworms orra gremlin bite."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir hadn't... actually moved yet. He was still working on that thinking thing.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew's eyes flew open at the pouncing. "Brainworms?" Andrew looked concerned. "Liir, are you okay? Have any worms crawled into your ears?"

That particular Galaxy Quest movie moment would never not disturb him. "Because that can't be good."

He frowned at the little girl. "And, um, who is your friend?"

[cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com]

She loved that movie. She watched it with Daddy all the time. She would settle in his arms and watch all kinds of nifty things.

"Daddy, are you being silly too?" she asked, telling him with very familiar eyes that it wasn't funny. Hers were black, but the expression was the same.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"No. Brain--no. No wo-- no."

The one thing that was very unfortunate about having a self that sort of ran on manual as opposed to automatic was just how difficult it could be to get the parts into drive.

It didn't help that he was especially bad with suprise.

"She called me Papa."

It came out just a little strangled.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

There was a lot of blinking and some eye-rubbing, as though maybe this whole moment was the result of a wayward eyelash. "Sweetie," Andrew was addressing the little girl. "Are you lost? Are your parents around here somewhere?"

A tiny light bulb. "Oh! Are you a student? Maybe instead of turning into an animal someone turned into this, um, adorable little girl..."

Who was eerily familiar in a way.

[cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com]

"My parents are you and Papa," she said, very firmly. She was very well-spoken and level-headed for a seven year old. "I'm not lost. I'm not a student here and I didn't turn into anything."

Then she gave them both a suspicious look.

"Is this a game? Cause it's not a good game. This isn't teaching me anything."

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

Inoue was really heading for the diner like Mom had told her to, really, but that didn't stop her from poking her head in.

"Hi!"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had scrapped the food he'd had on the griddle before Trindle had made her entrance. But as the little girl and her 'Daddy' were discussing Grapplehammers or something, he'd gone back to cooking.

"Hello," he said to her, hoping she wasn't another surprise.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Mom said I should go to see Dad," Inoue said, bouncing in. "Do you think she'd be mad if I had breakfast first?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Who's your mother?" he asked carefully.

At least he wasn't 'Dad'.

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Mom's Mom, but Dad calls her Ino," Inoue told him. "And I'm Inoue. Who're you?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

...he felt less alone now.

"I'm Liir," he said. "Your mother is my sister, if we're speaking about the same Ino. And as an answer for your question, I doubt she would get upset if I stopped you to feed you. Especially if it's all my fault."

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she nodded. "Mom says though that it's really really important to keep your promises so I've gotta go see Dad too. Because Mom's promised to go and see Dad too, so I've gotta be there first." Inoue took a deep breath. "Does that mean I can call you Uncle Liir?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"Yes, it does."

Auntie Witch. And now he was Uncle Liir. What did that say?

"And she's right to tell you that. It won't take long, though, to load you up with some pancakes and... eggs or sausage?"

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

... very much not the same thing. No. Even though the mun is laughing.

"Sausage, please!" Inoue beamed at him. "Do you know my Dad too, Uncle Liir?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

It was a question of 'crazy old bat in the tower' as opposed to parentage.

"I don't know," he admitted. "Who is your father, then?"

He wasn't assuming. No way.

He loaded the plate up either way, with pancakes and sausage and he even served her some orange juice.

[flowering-rebel.livejournal.com]

The orange juice got another beam. "Thank you," Inoue said. "And Dad's Michael." And she said it as if mimicking her Mom's outraged tone of voice.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

......

"Aha. All right."

Well, that would be an interesting turn of events.

"He's probably down at the diner," he reported. "As I recall. And you're very welcome."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

This wasn't Robin's common room, but he heard many voices and smelled food so he came in anyway.

"Hi everyone!" Oooh! Kids! Robin loved kids!