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I want to build my treehouse

We'll get to it. *totally hogging the pillows*

*struggles to reclaim pillow, gives up, and uses Ryan's stomach as a substitute*

I wanna do it now.

*too tired to protest* We're all fevery. We'd build it upside-down or somethin'.

Upside-down would be fun.

Do you think Dragon Dad and Saxie are mad at us?

*sleepy giggle* We'd fall.

Naaaaaah, isn't our fault.

*whispers* Do you think...they know?

*whispers back* I think Mom might...she's kinda almost psychic.

Dragon Dad's gonna freak.

*nervously* Y-Y'think?

He thinks he's going to choose my husband when I "come of age".

ooc: you in CFK!dinner?

....ohhhh....

ooc: Is it me? Arg, I are a flake. D:

Yeah. The man's living in 13th century Wales.

ooc: I like flake. Especially the white chocolate one.

Will he smash me?

*crawls up the bed to snuggle* I'll protect you.

*snuggles back, even though he's got a fever and it's icky* Thought I was s'posed t'protect you.

...you're short. *giggles, then coughs* Oww.

Am nooooot. *coughs as well* This sucks.

Uh-huh. *buries her face in his hair* But you're here.

*curls up, not caring that he's burning up* Mmmm-hmm. Not goin' anywhere.