Fifth Floor Common Room [Saturday morning]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

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[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"What's ninja sign for please?"

Sookie seemed all knowledgeable. She should know, right?

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie put her hands together in front of her, clasping them and trying to look sad. "Like this."

She was so making everything up.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, Chuck was incredibly trusting and kind of gullible. Why would someone lie about that?

So he opened his mouth, helpfully pointed in it, and clasped his hands trying to look adorable and a ninja worthy of pancakes. As you did.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you definitely get pancakes for that, little ninja," Sookie said, trying not to laugh. "Very, very good. And dignified."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

What was less dignified, was the bouncing that followed her agreement to feed him. Yes, she'd already said he could have some, but that didn't lessen the excitement of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.

"Can I eat the bacon with them anyway?" Chuck didn't care if it was weird. "My friend Morgan ate ice creams with ketchup once." So bacon and chocolate and pancake, not so odd.