The Stables, Monday Midday

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Kennedy had never once in her entire freaking life seen a problem with her tendency to decide what she wanted and then go for it with all the stops out. It was a perfectly normal approach to life, right? Totally valid. So where was the problem here?

The problem wasn't that Birgitte happened to share her approach to things she wanted; the problem was that Birgitte wanted exactly the opposite of what her mom did: namely, taking Mat's horse Pips out and offering the other kids pony rides, and not even Kennedy's offer of taking her out to the shooting range for crossbow practice was about to dissuade her.

The details of the (very long and fairly heated) "discussion" weren't important, but suffice to say the end result was Kennedy leaning against a tree pinching at the bridge of her nose while Birgitte paraded around the grounds in front of the stables with Pips, looking every inch like she knew exactly what she was doing and had every right to do it. Because she did, obviously. Kid had mad skills in the getting-her-way department, Kennedy had to give her that. She'd be proud of that once the headache went away.

And maybe she'd just give her dad a call later, to say hi. Call it a sudden epiphany of empathy or something.

[[open for any kids who want "pony" rides! pips modded with permission from bloody_luck, whose idea this was in the first place.]]

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"Oh, God, gross, shut up," Kennedy complained. "I'm more relieved I skipped out on the whole how they got here process. I'm so blaming trippy-ass magic for it, too."

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"You've skipped it for now. But it'll happen someday," Dru pointed out. "Unless Tara's going to do both the magic and the hard work?"

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Kennedy actually ducked her head and blushed bright red for a second. "Slow the hell down, God. I'm so not even ready to think about that part." Though a few other things might be starting to fall into place in a coherent sort of way.

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"Slow down? I'm not the one with the kids running around," she teased. But Kennedy blushing was unusual enough that Dru did notice it. "Have a nice time at prom?"

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"Freaking fantastic," Kennedy agreed; the blush was fading rapidly, but the grin stuck around. "Until the surprise wakeup calls came knocking at the door, anyway."

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Dru patted Kennedy's shoulder in sympathy. "I suppose I shouldn't mention how I got to sleep in till noon?"

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"Hate you," Kennedy said, aiming a light poke at her, "so much right now."

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Stumbling back as if Kennedy had landed a much stronger hit, Dru laughed. "They'll be teenagers soon enough. You can sleep then."

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"Still not funny, Dru," Kennedy complained. "Keep that up and you'll get to babysit. After I give Des a bunch of sugar."

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"I'll take 'em to the range. It's never too early to start learning how to hit a target."

No, she wouldn't. But it was fun to tease.

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"Yeah, I think Birgitte's already got that wrapped up," Kennedy said, almost sounding proud. "She got a knife-throwing lesson yesterday, and she's already learning how to use a crossbow, and a regular bow and arrow too."

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Dru nodded, impressed. "Impressive. She's got the makings of a good hunter."

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"What do you think? In bizarro-world, she's mine," Kennedy replied grinning."Of course she does."