THE BABY PARTY

[afineknight]

WHO: everyone!!
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Day 33, around lunchtime

[ Since it is a Daffodil rite, the Daffodils (at least, the ones that are not children who have no idea what they're doing and therefore aren't Tart, the best baby shepherd ever) have set up a little party in the rec room for all the kids and their poor beleaguered adults!

They've set up snacks and pulled out a few games as well as some pillows from the library for naptime and books — including picture books — nearby before putting the word out to others to stop by the rec room around lunchtime. And hey, if they have anything they can bring along, all the better! ]

Comments

[secondbornsun]

Mmmhmh. Lemme know when ya got buckets ready for me, it'll go by a lot faster like this.

[apothekitty]

Should I just bring them to you, or do you want to come down to the beach?

[secondbornsun]

. . . I'll go down to the beach, sure.

[apothekitty]

[ are you feeling okay, Tart,,, ]

It shouldn't take as long as when I was going on my own.

[secondbornsun]

[ he wants to run away from the babies ]

Aaa. You'll need a container for all the salt, yeah?

[apothekitty]

[ that's valid. he's valid. ]

That's right. Preferably something I can still carry, though if you have a way around that, I'd be interested.

[secondbornsun]

[ considers for a moment

takes out his bag and upturns it to take out one(1) full-ass tree as well as a broom and a couple miscellaneous stuff

tosses the bag over to maomao ]

Catch.

[apothekitty]

What--

[ she catches it!! and then looks at him like ??????? ]

...is this safe to put water in...?

[secondbornsun]

?

I'm gonna dry the water out anyway, yeah?

[apothekitty]

If you're sure...

[ if he says so! she's not going to argue! she will just take the bag and start heading for the ocean. ]

[secondbornsun]

[ he's going to chill on the beach part. does not feel like going into the water thanks ]

[apothekitty]

[ yeah, she can handle that. probably what works out best is her bringing buckets for him to dry out before she dumps the resultant salt into his bag, then trots off again. this can repeat as many times as necessary ]

[secondbornsun]

[ Many Salt. in between magicking buckets he's idly looking into the sand like he's passively exploring. mildly interested in the rocks in the area ]

[apothekitty]

[ it takes her one trip to notice, five before she decides he is indeed doing what it looks like he's doing, and ten before she finally says, ]

Are you looking for something in particular?

[secondbornsun]

. . . A rock.

[apothekitty]

...




A rock.

[secondbornsun]

Biscuit likes rocks.

[ that's all he's giving ]

[apothekitty]

[ you're so whipped ]





Just... rocks in general?

[secondbornsun]

[ yes ]

Cool rocks, apparently.

[apothekitty]

...

[ she wades back out of the water, toddling over to him. ]

What's his definition of "cool," first?

[secondbornsun]

Dunno.

[ offers his hand out for the bucket ]

[apothekitty]

That would be helpful information.

[ she hands him the bucket ]

Maybe something that has inclusions in it?

[secondbornsun]

. . .

[ amending: ]

I know what kind'a rocks . . . he likes.

. . . These are souvenirs for his Gran.

[ while he turns the water to salt ]

[apothekitty]

...ah.

[ you want to impress your man by being nice to his family. she sees now. ]

Maybe something unique to this area, if that exists.

[ bring her a wolf jawbone, ]

[secondbornsun]

Mmmh. 's my thinkin'. So 'm lookin'.

[ tbqh he's not sure a wolf jawbone would be all that impressive. but also if biscuit's gran is into skulls they have something in common— ]