Third Floor Common Room, Monday Late Morning

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Isabelle had to admit, it had been nice to spar with another Shadowhunter whose moves she was not a hundred percent familiar with, this morning. Even if said Shadowhunter was a tiny one, and so she'd had to hold back pretty much all of her strength. And also had to use the wooden swords. But still. Yukon wasn't half bad – not that Isabelle had expected her to be – and it had been fun, in a different way from what she usually did in the salle.

What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.

So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.

And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.

[ooc: Open!]

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[jaegersandwings.livejournal.com]

Beatrice sighed. Ugh, parents.

"Please may I have a danish?" she rattled off.

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"That request leaves something to be desired, but yes," Isabelle replied with a nod. "You can have a danish."

Yukon focused on looking haughty.

[not_a_moonie]

Beatrice's mouth was already full of pastry when Alana made it to the common room, looking slightly disheveled.

"There you are," she told her daughter. "You could tell us when you go somewhere, y'know."

[jaegersandwings.livejournal.com]

Beatrice swallowed her mouthful of goo. "You were in the bathroom and I was hungry," she said logically. "It's not like I'm a baby. Anyhow, that lady" -- she pointed to Isabelle -- "was here."

"Thanks," Alana said, also to Isabelle. And now it was her turn to eye the pastries, though she was somewhat more subtle about it than her daughter.

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Still not subtle enough for Isabelle not to notice. "You can have one, if you want."

Yukon... was just going to sigh.

[not_a_moonie]

"Thanks," Alana said, ignoring the sighing as she selected a cinnamon roll.

"So, I'm guessing that one's" -- she tilted her head to indicate she meant Yukon, not a pastry -- "yours?"

She figured it wasn't hard for anyone to guess Beatrice was hers, what with the wings and all.

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Isabelle shrugged. "And Raleigh's." Which might explain the lighter hair, because Isabelle's was jet black. There wasn't much family resemblance between them in looks, although they more than made up for it in attitude. "Or so she says. When children show up out of nowhere, who knows if you can trust anything they say?"

She was joking. Yukon gave her a dry look.

[not_a_moonie]

"If I think about how my imaginary child from the future might be lying, my head will explode," Alana said lightly, though her eyebrows were going up at Yukon's paternity.

"Raleigh is Beatrice's dad too," she added, taking a closer look at Yukon. "Guess it's nice he got one kid who looks like him."

[kaijuhunter.livejournal.com]

And now Yukon was eyeing Beatrice with something akin to growing horror.

"My dad is your dad too?"

Unacceptable.

[jaegersandwings.livejournal.com]

"No," Beatrice said impatiently. "My dad can't be your dad because he's my dad."

Emphasis firmly on my.

[kaijuhunter.livejournal.com]

"Nuh uh!"

Shadowhunters... tended to argue in more physical ways.

[not_a_moonie]

"Yuh-huh," Beatrice insisted. (Neither of her parents was renowned for their gift of gab, either.)

"Stop that," Alana interrupted. "Beatrice, he can be her dad too. Not that I understand how, but it happens. Just be glad you have a sister ... or whatever."

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Yukon scowled, and Isabelle patted her on the arm. "Just another normal morning in Fandom, right?"

Confusing family relations and all.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana sighed her agreement. "All of a sudden I want to call my parents to thank them for keeping me alive."

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"I don't need my parents to keep me alive!" Yukon objected, much to Isabelle's... utter lack of surprise. "I protect Dad."

Yep.

[jaegersandwings.livejournal.com]

"Are you a Jaeger too?" Beatrice asked suspiciously.

If this blonde girl had taken her daddy and her job, it was going to be war.

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Yukon raised her chin defiantly. "And a Shadowhunter."

Oooh yeah, double threat!

It helped to know what a Shadowhunter was, but still.

[jaegersandwings.livejournal.com]

Beatrice had no idea what a Shadowhunter was, but she could tell from the way the girl said it that it was supposed to be a big deal.

"So what?" she asked, reaching for something to brag about. "I have wings. That's way better than being a Shadowhunter."

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"Nuh uh!"

There it was again.

"Shadowhunters fight evil. Some Fair Folk have wings too, and they don't fight evil."

Ergo, wings weren't better.

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"But I'm not Fair Folk," Beatrice argued. "I don't even know what that is, anyhow."

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"Exactly," Yukon said.

Because that completely proved her point! In her mind.

[not_a_moonie]

"Did you understand that conversation?" Alana asked Isabelle. "'Cause I sure didn't."

Beatrice ... pouted. Maturely.