Third Floor Common Room [Saturday, Mid-morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

[[open common room!]]

Comments

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Good," Mat decided. "If you can't make honeycakes, no one will want to marry you."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"And that would be a bad thing," Joan said, trying not to laugh again.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Of course it would," Mat said. "You don't want to be alone like the Wisdom."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"What's a wisdom?" Joan asked.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"A woman who hates fun," Mat said solemnly.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Well, I like having fun," Joan assured him.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"It's fun to eat honeycakes," Mat hinted. Subtly.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

So very subtle.

"I guess I should try to make some then, huh?"

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Mat said. "Or I'll starve to death and that's be tragical."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan turned to the stove quickly so he wouldn't see her laugh.