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**Ye going home fer Thanksgiving?... Man I couldn't wait to go home when that holiday came up... mrgreen **

**well, ye take care, kiddo... have a good night and don't over do it wink I'm going to Duluth tomorrow... with Yosh and Yuki.... and getting ready to have the holiday here... not too many coming in though... but my granddaughter will be here and my son and my daughter... so we'll still have a nice get together... amrito vek... take care... keep well**

Suddenly Passura remembers something Kero said the day before. "Sirrah said there are playgrounds. Does that mean like more than one? And maybe I could take them to one of them to play. It would help them burn off a little energy before you begin their lessoning..." he asks placing his now clean dishes on the rack.

Pasa shrugs. "Are they truly that wild. No one in our village felt so compelled to keep telling anyone that they need to watch out for bad behavior. They are children.... as am I for that matter. I'm just a few years older and I already know better than do anything stupid. Of course I wasn't allowed to run as freely as the others did."

Passura shrugs. "Perhaps, but if they were properly brought to task for the matter, they shouldn't be doing it again. Not if they are truly the sweet generous children they seem to be. Of course, I fully expect them to test me... it is only natural that they do so. But I've been helping with the littles of my tribe from the time I was brought to live with the wiseman. I should be able to figure something out on my own, Rhea... without you threatening them and egging them on. Sometimes adults create their own problems by setting their children up for failure." He blinks and smiles at her, but Rhea gets a nagging suspicion he doesn't remember the gist of his last statement. It seemed far too mature for one of his age to profess.

Passura chuckles as he whips up a batch of apple pancakes for the children. He thinks they'll like them as they are sweet, but ot overly so. Laying the slices out like small flowers in the centers of the pancakes he then sprinkles them liberally with cinnamon and sugar. Putting them aside, he goes back to his room, pulls out his copy work and carries it back to the kitchen. This way he'll be there when they get up.

"I did, why?" asks Pasa smiling inwardly. "You could learn to cook too, ye know." he adds, placing a bookmark in his copy book and closing it carefully, He blows on his papers and sprinkles them with a fine sand to dry them, taking care not to get the grit on the table or in the food.