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[tactilis.livejournal.com]

I don't want to eat that.

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[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Not even a small bite for Grandpa?

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

What if it tastes bad?

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Then I'll give you something else to make up for it.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

Like that? ( her expression brightens slightly and she looks down at the soup in front of her. better make sure its worth it before actually taking a bite. )

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

[smiles kindly and nods] Yes, like that.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( she takes another bite since the soup could be a lot worse and something is better than nothing. )

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Not so bad, is it? [chuckles quietly]

ignore lack of icons; i'm currently redoing them.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, settling into the seat next to her with the bowl of oatmeal still in her hands.] Baby, you have to try. I know it looks gross and it's not ideal, but it'll benefit you later on if you get used to eating human food.

i need to hoard more icons for her myself.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( her nose wrinkles, but she doesn't want to upset her mommy so she takes a bit spoonful and chews on it. it isn't so bad. the fact that the oatmeal is sweet helps. )

icons, you tricky bastards.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

... well, what do you think?

icons hate me with a great passion.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

I like the sweet.

icons hate all; you're not alone.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

Oh? Well, that's good, at least. That's something we can work with, right? [She smiles, reaching to ruffle Nessie's hair a bit.] Maybe we should bake cookies next.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( for that she takes another two bites of the oatmeal since the promise of cookies makes anyone happy. ) I do like cookies.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

We could do it together, just us. It's been years since I made cookies. When I was a kid, me and my mom used to make cookies together every weekend. It was... like a tradition.

[ooc: she's so, so cute. i'm so glad she got cast.]

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( she scoots closer and smiles. ) I want to make cookies.

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Not even a small bite for Grandpa?

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

What if it tastes bad?

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Then I'll give you something else to make up for it.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

Like that? ( her expression brightens slightly and she looks down at the soup in front of her. better make sure its worth it before actually taking a bite. )

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

[smiles kindly and nods] Yes, like that.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( she takes another bite since the soup could be a lot worse and something is better than nothing. )

[dr-sparkles.livejournal.com]

Not so bad, is it? [chuckles quietly]

ignore lack of icons; i'm currently redoing them.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, settling into the seat next to her with the bowl of oatmeal still in her hands.] Baby, you have to try. I know it looks gross and it's not ideal, but it'll benefit you later on if you get used to eating human food.

i need to hoard more icons for her myself.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( her nose wrinkles, but she doesn't want to upset her mommy so she takes a bit spoonful and chews on it. it isn't so bad. the fact that the oatmeal is sweet helps. )

icons, you tricky bastards.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

... well, what do you think?

icons hate me with a great passion.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

I like the sweet.

icons hate all; you're not alone.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

Oh? Well, that's good, at least. That's something we can work with, right? [She smiles, reaching to ruffle Nessie's hair a bit.] Maybe we should bake cookies next.

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( for that she takes another two bites of the oatmeal since the promise of cookies makes anyone happy. ) I do like cookies.

[bellaswan.livejournal.com]

We could do it together, just us. It's been years since I made cookies. When I was a kid, me and my mom used to make cookies together every weekend. It was... like a tradition.

[ooc: she's so, so cute. i'm so glad she got cast.]

[tactilis.livejournal.com]

( she scoots closer and smiles. ) I want to make cookies.