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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:24 pm
"No bibs... no higchairs... no rattles... and no bottles... ye got that." she growls testily.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:26 pm
*Kero smirks...and pulls out a bottle....filled with coffee*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:38 pm
Man, if looks could kill, Kero would be dead... buried... reincarnated and killed again right now....
Lyssan grits her teeth, clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:40 pm
*Kero simply uncaps it, and lets the scent waft into her nose before capping it again*
Note: His last jack before he stops for good....he's gonna milk it...no pun intended...
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:47 pm
She growls and lunges for the bottle. Addiction wins for now, it seems.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:49 pm
*Kero smiles, and gives it to her....he hadn't expected that...though he knows he will pay for it in the long run*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:52 pm
She glares at him then unscrews the cap, drinking from the bottle as though it is a cup... a very tall awkward cup.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:53 pm
*He slowly stops her...then caps it again, and holds it to her lips*
You'll spill...and I just waxed this floor...
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:01 pm
Glaring at him, she reminds him that dragons do not use bottles and that she'd probably make a bigger mess if she tried to do that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:02 pm
*Kero smiles, and shows her the cap*
Invented by my master for when I was a baby...now open wide...
**I actually did design something like that once,....when I was bored....yeah...I'm an engineer alright...**
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:26 pm
She clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no. Apparently there are some things Lyssan just will not do.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:29 pm
*Sighing, Kero puts it into a sippy cup instead, and hands it to her*
I'm not kidding...in that shape, you will spill...
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:37 pm
She's not happy about the sippy cup either, but she accepts it. Her author wouldn't want to be in Kerobian's shoes though... not for a million years. The kitsune queen is known for her long memory when it comes to slights.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:40 pm
**Neither would the author in Houston...and he pats Lyssan's author on the back in sympathy**
*Kero, meanwhile, has finished the omelets...and dishes them out to Lyssan and to himself...along with a few other bits and bobs*
There we go...dig in...
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:06 pm
Lyssan eats a small breakfast. She's a bit too put out to want more, ignoring the bits and nibbling on a bob. Once she has finished she takes her sippy cup and flies to the crow's nest to sulk.
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