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On Monday, Bella arrives at school completely and stably human shaped, with everything she has learned about critters (except for her own species, which she isn't liable to forget) written down as margin notes on a page reminding her to ask Darren about D&D and filler decoy notes about that. She's probably going to have invent an actual cipher alphabet or something eventually but for the time being she thinks this will probably do for casual inspection.
She sits next to Darren in English.
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shesepankh
castmyown
Hug!
"We'll bring you cookies, tomorrow. Want enough for your dad, too?"
"We'll bring you cookies, tomorrow. Want enough for your dad, too?"
shesepankh
"Yes please."
And she is gone.
She is at school the following morning, of course.
And she is gone.
She is at school the following morning, of course.
castmyown
There is Darren! He is honorary cookie-bearer. "Hello! Savannah baked and the results are delicious. Do you want cookies now, or at lunch?"
shesepankh
"I think I can wait till lunch, Charlie did this thing at breakfast he sometimes does where he decides the occasion calls for nice food, decides this is the time to learn to make it, and then I have to rescue everything. There was a lot to rescue."
shesepankh
"I woke up and came to save the day when the smoke alarm went off, but there wasn't actually anything lost because he'd spilled grease on the burner - the food was fine. Bacon, scrambled eggs, blueberry pancakes that I had to triple the batter for because he'd confused teaspoons and tablespoons."
shesepankh
"So I have a lot of pancake batter, which I will fry the rest of when I get home and put the extras in the freezer. Do you like pancakes? Do you want to come to my house instead today and help consume pancakes?"
castmyown
"Sure! Though Savannah is keeping to her shadow promise. So if you're not fine with her coming over, then I don't think I can."
shesepankh
"Charlie's not gonna charge her money, but if she really pushes it for reasons he considers insufficient she might find herself less welcome on future occasions."
castmyown
"Yeah. So let's avoid that and ask her nicely to try not to swear. Too much."
shesepankh
"You'd know better than me how to convince her to moderate her vocabulary."
shesepankh
"Does that mean 'a little' or 'not at all, but occasionally she goes so far as to acknowledge the existence of the faces'?"
castmyown
"A little. If she's upset it does nothing, but normally it alleviates it, a bit."
castmyown
Indeed it is! Darren turns out to not have as much fun, being taught by not-a-bugbear Mr. Phillips. For other reasons, it's kind of a pity Mrs. Adams isn't teaching. He would have given her cookies.
Oh well! More for them at lunch.
Oh well! More for them at lunch.
shesepankh
Eventually it is lunchtime!
"Cookies," is Bella's greeting when she plops down next to Darren. Her lunch is three cold blueberry pancakes, a little container of tuna, and a salad, which she puts the tuna on top of.
"Cookies," is Bella's greeting when she plops down next to Darren. Her lunch is three cold blueberry pancakes, a little container of tuna, and a salad, which she puts the tuna on top of.
castmyown
He snickers. Cookies are produced! "Hello to you, too, Bella," he teases.
morethanimaginary
And there is his lady-shadow. Plop, on other side of Darren. "Cookies," she says.