4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[justice_undone]

Breq had heard the voices of children this morning. It definitely wasn't the strangest thing she had experienced here, and as she was anyway spending the morning in the common room watching music videos on the TV, she decided to put some extra breakfast food on the table. If any children should show up they could help themselves. For herself, Breq made tea, and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Music videos were an interesting combination of songs and entertainments. They were easy to watch, and a perfect combination with breakfast. Hopefully the sound wouldn't wake up any students who were trying to sleep in.

[Open! Children also welcome, of course.]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah!" Summer said proudly. She couldn't help but be happy that her mom took care of things as awesome as horses. "I mean, sometimes she has to just shoot them because they can't be doctored, which is probably why she drinks so much special juice, but..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. "Some horses can't be saved. It's a sad but true fact of the world. I like to think those horses are the ones that go on to become pegasuses and unicorns. Or something. I've never seen any of those, but just because you haven't ever seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

She gave a faint, wistful smile, as one does when you're six and existential reasoning was somehow totally a thing you did.

"So you don't have a dad," she continued, with barely a pause in between, "but do you have any siblings? I have a little brother, but he's really dumb. If you don't have a little brother, then you're lucky, even if you don't have Froot Loops. I'd give up Froot Loops for life if it meant not having a stinky poopy baby brother."

[intotheout]

“Nah, it’s just me and Mom. And Mom’s cat, Pig. You know ‘special juice’ is just alcohol, right? Your mom drinks. Mine goes out all the time for Margarita Mondays. It’s a Mom thing.”

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Uh, duh, obviously," said Summer, but that was a lie. Summer didn't even know what alcohol was, but this other girl didn't need to know that. All she knew was that special juice smelled bad, tasted bad, and made her mom cry and throw things a lot, so why would she want some anyway? Ugh, if it was a mom thing, she hoped she never became a mom!

"But...Margarita Mondays might just be a your mom thing. I don't think my mom does anything like that, but maybe your mom could take my mom? My mom doesn't really have any friends, except my daddy, and they fight most of the time so they're not even really good friends. Maybe we can make them friends, your mom and my mom and they can enjoy special juice together!"

[intotheout]

"Sure, maybe. I don't think there are any horse doctors at Margarita Mondays so far."