Room 223, Saturday Morning

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After her amazing time at the dance the night before, Tara wanted nothing more than to sleep in, possibly for a decade or so.

Her body disagreed though, so it was still fairly early when she woke up and silently snagged a book from the floor next to her bed. She could read and wait for Kennedy; staying in bed gave her an excuse to keep grinning doofily at her girlfriend.

If she was waiting for anything beyond Kennedy waking up so they could maybe go get breakfast, she didn't know it yet.

[OOC: For ... three, please.]

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"Not kind of, Mommy," Miraya said, wriggling happily within the hug. "We're gonna be yours. Promise."

She wriggled away a little to ask, "After breakfast, will you take me out to train? Please?"

"And can you bake with me?" Asher added, to Tara. "You usually do that or magic when they're out working out, 'cause once I went with them and my glasses almost got broken."

Miraya, looking guilty, said, "It was an accident and I was really little." Like, practically a whole year younger.

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"I can bake," Tara promised, wondering why this was making her feel so sentimental so quickly. She released Asher from the hug, feeling his phantom warmth against her. "The training is up to your ... Mommy."

Oh, lord, it was weird to say that.

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Training hadn't been high on Kennedy's priority list for the weekend, but it had, apparently, just been bumped up a few notches. She trained with her kid? Really?

That was pretty cool, even if the 'Mommy' thing was still a complete head trip.

"Yes," she said quickly, ruffling Miraya's hair. "We'll hit the gym after breakfast, totally. And no broken glasses this time."

They had a little fighter and a little bookworm. Why was she somehow not surprised?

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Miraya and Asher both looked satisfied with this turn of events. Then again, it wasn't exactly hard to get their mothers to agree to do stuff they wanted to do anyhow.

"You should put on real clothes and then we should go," Miraya declared, in the tone of one who usually knew best. (Possibly because she thought she did.)

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"Uh huh, 'cause pancakes," Asher added, nodding importantly. "It's a thing. Can I help you make the funny shapes, Mom?"

The funny shapes were practically a tradition.

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"I make funny shapes?" Tara said, sounding rather terribly pleased. To Kennedy, she explained, "It's -- my mom made funny shapes. Kind of a family thing. That, uh, Asher is going to help me with."

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"I remember. You did that last year," Kennedy replied, turning away to rummage through the drawers in search of a change of clothes for both of them, since apparently a good number of her things had just taken up residence here.

Miraya looked rather pleased; she and Asher could still talk their mothers into things, and they hadn't even been born yet!

"I guess that leaves me and Miraya on cleanup duty, huh?"

Yes, she was actually volunteering to help do dishes.

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"I'm not washing the ickiest things," Miraya said quickly. "And we have to have bacon, too, right?"

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"If I have to do it, you have to do it," Kennedy said sternly, handing Tara a clean pair of jeans and a shirt (she'd taken the liberty of picking out one of her favorites) before hurriedly getting dressed herself. "Also? Definitely bacon, if your mom says yes."

...and she would sit there and look hopefully at Tara just as much as Miraya would.

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Tara laughed. "I surrender," she said, wandering over to the mirror tun run a comb through her hair and twist it up. "I'll make some bacon, too."