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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:42 am
*Kero smiles, and nods, digging into his meal...grimacing as he eats the "greens"*
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:52 am
Passura quickly finishes his salad, giving Rhea a wink when Kero isn't looking. "Tomorrow I'll make you apple tarts." He tells everyone. "I saw an apple tree in my garden and the fruit looked just right."
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You cwan cwook..." pipe up the three little qwents.
Passura nods firmly. "Of course. I was fixing almost all the wiseman's meals before...." Then he falls silent and shakes his head. "I was fixing all his meals before I came to live with my sirrah." he finishes quietly, ignoring their curious questioning gazes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:52 am
*Kero reaches across and sets a hand on his shoulder*
My ears are always open, if you need to talk...
*Rhea does the same with his other shoulder*
As are mine...you don't raise three troublemakers without learning how to talk...and I've seen my share of troubles too...we're here for you, Pasa...we promise.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 11:51 am
Pasa smiles at them. "Thank you, both of you, It... it is just something I think will be with me for a very long time."
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:16 pm
*Kero nods*
Now, let's get our minds off maudlin topics...who wants dessert?
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:50 pm
Pasa smiles at him. "What is for dessert, mes'sirrah? Anything special?" He asks, clearing the table and carrying the dishes to the sink.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:52 pm
*Kero smiles*
Pie....a lemon merengue pie, to be precise...with ice cream on the side...
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:03 pm
At the words ice cream the boy's face gets a little pale. "I'll... just have pie... thank you..." he stammers shaking his head.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:34 pm
*Kero nods*
Understandable...now...Rhea...if you wo...*The quet has already levitated it over...and sliced it....while he was yapping*...well, then, never mind...
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:01 pm
"Why you no want Ice cweam...." asks Luna tilting her head to one side.
"Oh, I like it..." says Passura sheepishly. "It's just that..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:01 pm
*Kero cuts across*
Pasa is a snake, Luna...like Master Jor...master Jor doesn't eat ice cream, simply because he doesn't like cold things...okay.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:16 pm
SHe looks very confused until Pasa explains.
"I am egg born and cold blooded. My body heat comes to me more from the outside than in. So we tend to try and stay away from things which chill us down. If I get too cold, I go to sleep... it is call hi.... hibernashun.... I think. We just called it the cold sleep."
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:22 pm
*Kero nods...and looks at Rhea...who nods as well*
Hibernation shall be our next lesson then, children...and cold blooded creatures...
Now, I believe it is time for three little children to go get their baths and get ready for......
**Figured I'd leave it open....you know what's coming better than I do...**
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:27 pm
**"do I hafta... huh... huh... do I?"**
Passura chuckles softly as the three quetinos send up a familiar chorus. "I'll do the dishes, mes'sirrah... but I don't know where everything goes." he offers getting up. He's already washed up, having done so before dinner.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:30 pm
**Not if ye don't want to...but my memories of that period are sketchy, at best...as are my sister's memories, and my memories of her time there...in short, you know how it would sound...I don't....**
*Kero shows Pasa where everything goes as Rhea drags three whining children off to the tub...though a bubble covered form does appear in the middle of the kitchen, before being towed back to the washroom by his or her mama*
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