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*Skips in to get an italian cream soda* you know there are better places to catch cat naps Morgan. *Grins as she sips her drink flopping into a seat next to him.*

Mnuh? *looks up* Oh, hey Sarah. Sorry. I took the fuzzlet out flying for a long time and then had too big a lunch...*yaaaawn*

*giggles* It's okay. I was dragged shopping with Sis. She wanted to lock me in a dressing room. I escaped her. *Smiles* Well okay she went home to take a nap.

Oh? Clothes, shoes or gifts? We hit a toy store and a pet store over at the Mall. *rubs his eyes and smiles at her* What do you want to drink?

Clothes and shoes. *holds up her drink before sipping at it again.* I'm drinking Cherry cream soda. Want one?

Love one! *double checks his laptop* Oh good, the keyboard lock worked this time. Last time, some hapless Russian computer genius had to help me fix what some toddler did while I was in the can.

*Laughs as she gets up.* I'll go get one. Tempted to get a scone too, this place has really good ones.

Thanks! Um, no scone for me. Dad's stress-baking again, and I am so very sconed out. *fishes for wallet*

My treat. *She went back to the counter to make the order, looking at the baked goods trying to decide on a scone to get. Walking back she had his drink, and a blueberry scone for herself* Your dad stress bake a lot?

Thanks, cutie.

Um, Daimon grew up in Whitechapel during a time when starvation was common. So when he is doing a lot of heavy thinking, he does things like prepare food and feed people. Old habit, I think.

*She blushed as she handed over his drink*

Oh... I just bake all the time anyway. I like sweets, and well, dad wouldn't let us buy any, so Sis would buy the stuff for me to make them. Dad wouldn't think anything of it since Trin and I would squirrel the baked goods to our rooms before he came in from the fields. *Smiles a little*

She could never get the hang of baking, so really, if she offers something baked from our house, ask who made it before you eat it. If she did, make sure you have lots of water on hand. She switches salt and sugar all the time.

Homemade sweets are always best, unless you can afford a pro's work. Ever had a look at cakewrecks? Every Sunday they showcase the most awesome cakes and cupcakes ever.

*He gave a thumbs-up.* Good on you for quick thinking. As for Miss Zance and baking, well, Dad loves that stuff. I'll just warn 'im and they can do stuff together.

I know. Sis jokes that it's a pity I want to go into medicine, because I'd make a killing on my cookies. *Shakes her head* I don't watch a lot of TV. I know it's sad.

I've tried teaching her. I think it's a hopeless cause, but if he wants to try he can. I have a feeling I don't want to be in the room when they're baking though. Might turn into me never wanting to eat in that kitchen again.

Oh, it's actually a website. With nummy nummy pictures. *nodnods* Here, I'll show you.

Well, doctors can bake cookies for fun, right?

I don't think he's the Julia Child type, but at least if they're working together on something they can check each other.

...huh? Why?

Oh? Leans forward to look*

I guess we can. *smiles*

Think a moment, those two lovebirds. Need I say more?

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

Of course you can.

It would be nice to have a medical doctor around who can deal with us superhuman people. I mean, Dad says there's a wererat clinic around, but if something huge happens, having someone with medical knowledge actually there helps a lot.

Like, say, even with those of us who regenerate, we gotta deal with things like getting bullets out and setting bones.

*he blinks*

...

Yeah, I guess. Though they've been pretty careful to be discreet. *sips his soda* This is good.

I guess that things like my closest relative having a sex life doesn't bug me as much, because, well--I'm an incubus. My Mom's an exotic dancer with feathers. Now, if they weren't being discreet, maybe I'd be more bothered.

*She giggles a little at the site*

Yeah, I know. I might try to work in the morgue too, well the one in town, and just use the medical training to help you guys. I'd make a good field medic, They stay back from the fights and dart in when needed... Bad idea?

Thanks I'm addicted to them.

*She giggles more* I'm pretty sure the kitchen's still safe.

Isn't it awesome? If Miriam ever gets married we need to track down the guys who got the James Bond wedding cake.

Though the idea of her marrying is just weird, unless you know a Captain Picard or someone like that who's in the market.

No, no, that sounds like a plan. I'm a lot less squicky about morguey stuff than Dad. He can't go near one. And non-squeamish with medical training is a good thing.

*Giggles* She'd kill us you know that right?

*Shakes her head* Nope sorry.

Sis doesn't like it. She thinks I should be trying to get a summer job doing something more outdoors.

Nah, she won't kill us. She lent us one of her ninja swords last time we had a frozen-watermelon party. She does silly. Just...not when anyone expects it.

*Yawns, waving a hand dismissively* Probably some variant on the whole 'don't grow up too fast kid sister' thing. Though it is more fun to be outdoors during the summer.

Frozen watermelon party? Do I really want to know what that is?

*Giggles a little* Yeah it is that. But last time she saw me I was like eight. I still catch her now and then when we're at the mall dragging me into a toy store.

Um, put a hole in a watermelon, fill it up with vodka, stick it in a deep freeze for at least a week, and then slice it up at a very large party.

...toy store? *shifty eyes* I still kinda like stuffies.

Oh... adult party then. *Grins*

I like em too, but she tries to buy me dolls. I'm a little old for Barbie.

...Barbie?

You know Barbie was based on a West German sex doll design, right?

*Giggles* Yeah I know. But really... Only dolls I want well, you don't play with them. I saw the Oriental ball jointed ones once. I want one of those at some point.

Those are kind of awesome.

I actually met this chick the other day who looks like one of them, except for the scar on her face. She's a student of Dad's.

Really?

That would be cool in a way to look like one, but Sis already says I'm too skinny. I'd have to stop eating all together. And stop working out. Most of the dolls I like don't have muscles.

No, no, eat, work out. You look awesome. Seriously, don't worry about it.

Besides, it wasn't so much narrowness of limb as...she did that perfect rice-powder makeup, with the hair and the whole bit.

Don't worry, I wasn't thinking of dieting. And really I eat a lot...

Kay. Good, cause I need someone to eat chocolate with.

*Laughs* Don't worry, chocolate truffles are my favorite snack