fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

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Tempest stomped into the common room sullenly and looked a little scared by all the people there. "This is asposed to be my weekend in Mommy's quarters, you know," he grumbled. "Now the schedule's gonna be ALL messed up."

Squall just prodded him in the back to try to get the kid farther into the room. Where there were people who might actually LIKE children. "Schedules can be flexible," he told Tempest. It was an important lesson to learn, after all.

"But I don't LIIIIIKE that! Schedules are asposed to be... ooh, are those pancakes?"

"You din't say please," Sylvie announced. "Now you're gonna be in trouble and you don't get any."

Sylvie lived to antagonize Tempest. And apparently be a hypocrite, since she'd forgotten 'please' herself. (And received pancakes from the nice lady anyway, but Tempest didn't have to know that.)

"I didn't ASK yet!!!" Tempest protested. "I don't hafta say please until I ASK yet!"

He looked up at Squall. "May I please have some pancakes, Daddy?"

Then he stuck his tongue out at Sylvie. "You're a jerkface, please!"

"You're a buttface, please!" Sylvie answered.

"Whatever, PLEASE!!!" Tempest pouted.

"...You suck."

This required a devastating and crushing reply.

"Nuh-uh," Sylvie said. "You do."

And an equally devastating counter-reply.

"Nuh-uh! You're a bad 'fluence!!! Mommy says so!!!"

"I'm not a fluense!" Sylvie said. "My daddy says your daddy is a chicken-wuss!"

"These are pancakes," Sookie answered as Henry perked up and waved at the other little boy. "Would you like some?"

Henry, for his part, waved frantically and yelled, "Hi!"

Tempest's eyes went wide, because there was a strange person talking to him. "Yes, ma'am," he answered. "Please, ma'am. Thank you very much, ma'am."

Then he hid behind Squall in case Henry tried to talk to him.

"I like your manners," Sookie said encouragingly, sending a wave of calm Henry's way. "And Henry Corbett, if I have to remind you about your indoor voice one more time, there might be a time-out."

Henry looked appropriately abashed, and said, "Sorry," in a much quieter voice.

"Is this your dad?" Sookie added to Tempest, gesturing to Squall, who she gave a little wave.

"It looks that way," Squall answered. He gave her a pained sort of smile, and looked around at all the rest of the rugrats with dismay.

Tempest peered out around Squall's legs, and then stepped forward, with his hand out for her to shake. "Thank you, ma'am. Pre-cadet Tempest Leonhart. You're very kind."

Sookie bent down a little to shake his hand. "I'm Sookie Stackhouse, and it's very nice to meet you. And that's Henry, and he forgets his manners sometimes."

"S'nice to meet you!" Henry called politely. See, he could be better.

Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

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