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Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.
He can supply all of these things! Everyday clothes first, then nightgown, then pretty dress. By the time he starts the pretty dress, he is beginning to yawn; "past my bedtime," he declares, and leaves the sewing where it is while he washes off his makeup and gets into his nightgown and flops onto a couch.
The next morning when she wakes up, Cindy is still asleep.
The kitchen is very well supplied, but more with complicated things than simple ones. There's some more cookies in the fridge, though, and milk and cereal.
Pen doesn't really know the first thing about cooking. Hmmm.
She observes the picture on a cereal box, with the milk and the bowl - breakfast cereal is not an Eyrie staple - and manages to follow the directions and then dunk cookies in the milk while the cereal gets appropriately sogged.
She eats her sogged cookies and her sogged cereal and leaves her bowl carelessly on the counter.
She observes the picture on a cereal box, with the milk and the bowl - breakfast cereal is not an Eyrie staple - and manages to follow the directions and then dunk cookies in the milk while the cereal gets appropriately sogged.
She eats her sogged cookies and her sogged cereal and leaves her bowl carelessly on the counter.
Edited 2013-11-04 19:30 (UTC)
A few minutes after she finishes her breakfast, Cindy yawns and sits up.
"G'morning," he says cheerfully.
"G'morning," he says cheerfully.
"Sure we can," he laughs. "Just lemme get dressed first."
He wanders into the sewing room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a shirt and trousers (purple and black respectively) and socks (green and purple argyle) and carrying a pack of cards.
He wanders into the sewing room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a shirt and trousers (purple and black respectively) and socks (green and purple argyle) and carrying a pack of cards.
"Nope." He sits on the floor and fans out the cards in front of him. "Hearts, diamonds, clubs, spades," he says, indicating each.
"Queen, king, jack," he explains. "And ace. And—" he pulls one from the bottom of the deck "—joker."
"Well, usually it goes like this," he says, rearranging the face cards into the conventional order.
"I know some games I could teach ya," he offers.
He starts with poker. Poker seems like a good place to start.
She does! It's adorable.
The important question is, does she have fun?
The important question is, does she have fun?
Sure, she can win once in a while. And her blatant obvious lies are very entertaining.
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