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]

But ya are small. Smaller than any lion beastfolk your age, anyway?

[adorabrawler]

But I'm human, not a lion...

[secondbornsun]

Smaller'n other kinds'a beastfolk too. . . Anyway—I don't meet a lotta human twelve year olds, so I ain't used to it. Especially since girls are generally way bigger'n boys are, in my country.

So I'm just surprised, is all. Ain't like there's a problem with bein' short though. Biscuit's short and he does fine.

[adorabrawler]

Well, yeah...

[ ... ]

I thought you were making fun of me.

[secondbornsun]

I could start makin' fun of ya if ya want?

[adorabrawler]

That's the exact opposite of what I want.

[secondbornsun]

[ reaches over to ruffle her hair ]

Relax, it was a joke.

[adorabrawler]

[ ruffle, ruffle ]

You can make those?

[secondbornsun]

Sure, I ain't a square.

[adorabrawler]

You're pretty serious most of the time.

[secondbornsun]

What, just 'cause I don't got the energy t'make my face move like a cartoon?

[adorabrawler]

You don't have to do that.

... Maybe just crack more jokes.

[secondbornsun]

Well, my sincerest apologies for not bein' entertainin' enough for ya, Miss.

[adorabrawler]

You better be sorry, or I want a refund on my tickets.

[secondbornsun]

Sorry, no refunds.

[adorabrawler]

Boooo. This customer service sucks.

[secondbornsun]

Such is life, yanno.