fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday early evening

Okay, Momoko remembered this from when she was a little girl! Making Valentine choco with her mom had been fun, so... she'd decided to do the same. Tomorrow was the real Valentines Day, after all!

So here she was with arms full of chocolate and moldings and lollipop sticks and, well, pretty much anything she could think they'd need. She and her two oldest daughters.

"Really, really we can help?" Sophia was elated as she bounced into the room after her mother, carrying even more candy molds that they'd ~~handwavily~~ picked out earlier in town.

"I thought we were grounded from the stove forever?" Elena looked excited as well, but wanted to remind her mom, just in case.

"Elenaaaaa!" Sophia's face fell and reached over to tug at her sister's pigtail. "Quit!"

"Ow! You quit it! You're not supposed to pull my hair! Momma says!"

"Momma says..." Momoko chuckled and set down her supplies before turning back to the both of them. "That you aren't going to be using the stove, I am. And if you're not good, you're totally not getting to help me make the chocolates or eat any." There were two tiny looks of dismay sent back at her at that and Momoko almost melted.

"We'll be good! Please please pleeeeeease let us help!"

"Promise! And I'm sorry for pulling Elena's hair! I didn't mean it, I just forgot!"

Momoko resisted the urge to cover her eyes with her hand: the girls totally had that same sad look Jaime got when he was upset; how did she ever get her own way in that house? "Okay, then!" she grinned at them and clapped her hands. "You two go ahead and open all the packages and spread out the pieces. I'll melt the chocolate and explain."

[open for interaction! They are making molded chocolates, along the lines of this. Simple stuffs and there's tons (it's Momoko, duh) so anyone can help make and eat!!]

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At some point, Jaime wandered into the room with Mei straddling his shoulders. "Faster, papa, faster!" she urged. And then she said something in Japanese that he couldn't make out. Which didn't stop him from laughing.

"You're so demanding," he told her.

Without being able to get the kitchen for long enough, Leda had instead gone out and bought some gingerbread men. And chocolate chip cookies as well. She had a vague evil notion of giving many children a bunch of sugar and then setting them loose.

"Ooh, Momo! Hi!"

"She just called you her 'princess pony,' you know?" Momoko somehow managed not to stop stirring the latest batch of chocolate as she looked up. Ah! Okay, that was totally too cute!

Jaime sighed. "Of course I did."

He shot Momoko a look. "I blame you for this, you know."

Momoko looked up and waved eagerly at her friend. "Hi Led-!"

She didn't get to finish because two of her helpers were rushing towards the newcomer with happy girl screams of "AUNT LEEEEDAAAA!"

"Sorry Leda!" Momoko laughed. "Uhm. Meet Elena, seven, and Sophia, 5. They're... my daughters from an alternate future. Mei's around somewhere. Come help! We're making chocolates for Valentines day!"

Leda was totally not prepared for that. Therefore, any glomping totally knocked her a step back, though she managed not to fall over.

But she wasted little time in hugging back. "Beloved neices!" Hey if she couldn't be mommy this weekend, she'd totally take being Aunt Leda. "It's wonderful to see you again for the first time."

These kids were totally getting cookies. But first, making chocolates. "I'd love to help."

Momoko shook her chocolate stirring spoon at him, eyebrow raised, a mock frown firmly on her face, because, really, he was too cute with Mei sitting there on his shoulders. "Oh, no you don't. I took biology!"

Sophia looked up, chocolate smeared on her cheek from her 'testing'. "Ah! Me too? Me too, papa! I wanna ride!"

"No! My pony!" Mei tugged at Jaime's hair and stuck her tongue out at her sister.

"Papaa!"

Elena just rolled her eyes and went back to trying to make a robot shaped lollipop out of the square molds as if it was all very familiar.

"Awesome! It's really easy, too! We're just melting down the ~~modable flavours of~~ chocolate and pouring it into these ~~modable~~ molds."

Elena reached for Leda's hand to try to pull her over to her station. "Like this! Like this! I'm making robot lollipops! See? I'm using these and putting then together!" Someone totally had her father's mechanical skills.

"You can have a turn in a little bit, Sophia," Jaime promised. "But it looks like your mom could use some help with all that chocolate."

She pouted, but ran back to hug Momoko's legs, looking up at her. See? She was helping!

"And, Mei," Jaime admonished, reaching up to tug lightly at her hands, "you have to know better than to pull hair."

She did! But... but... "/Mei's pony./"

Wibble.

"Ooh cool!" Leda exclaimed, properly impressed with Elena's project. "How about you Sophia? Which ones are you using?"

"The star!" she declared authoritatively. It was the best.

"Oh I love stars! They're so pretty! So, what do we do first mom?"

Jaime could guess what she was saying based on that tone.

"And Mei can share."

"Yes, papa." Mei mumbled as she slumped and wrapped her arms around his head in an awkward hug.

...

And totally not getting down so Sophy could have him.

He reached up to wrap one hand awkwardly around her. "You're not fooling me, little miss sneaky." Funny how quickly he'd found himself speaking to her fondly.

Momoko laughed. "I'm melting the chocolate and then I pass it to the young chefs here and they make the treats! If you want to help them, you can! Or you can help me here."

"Me! Me! Aunt Leda! Sit with meeee!" Sophia was jumping excitedly, her star mold spilling over onto her hand as she waved it.

Momoko was a bit caught up with how totally precious that was, but after a moment of 'awwwww', she finally finally realized a horrible sickening truth.

"PICTURES!"

Her outburst had Sophia, who had let go of her mother's leg and was tiptoeing to look up at the ingredient on the counter by the stove, jump a little and look up in some slight guilt.

Jaime looked up in confusion. "Huh?"

Momoko's face was one of total woe. "We don't have any pictures!"

The girls would be gone soon and she'd never ever see them again and... and...

"Pictures, Jaime!"

"You have lots of pictures, momma!" Sophy pouted. "You always make me dress up and sit very still to take them." Sophy wasn't very good at sitting very still.

Momoko swallowed hard and then smiled down at Sophy.

(Yes, Jaime would know it was fake but hopefully it would trick the girls?)

"But I don't have any of you in the new clothes we bought the other day, right? And all my other pictures are in El Paso, so I need some here too! And I totally won't make you stay still for these; you wouldn't be my Sophy."

Lots and lots of pictures. Even if they were just on her phone.

Sophy pursed her lips thoughtfully for a couple of seconds, then nodded very solemnly. Momma's proposal was acceptable.

"But I get some of the chocolate!"

Acceptable as long as the price was paid.

"Thank you!" Momoko bent and squeezed her lightly in a hug. "Although you've been eating the chocolate all along, Sophy-chan. Don't think I haven't noticed."

"Those were just taste tests!" Sophy insisted, hugging her momma back tightly.

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