agenda

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora has many different items on his list of things to do today, now that he's spent the past few days busy with all sorts of distractions. the first thing on his list has already been accomplished: there's a pile of envelopes addressed to several different people on the kitchen table where he's now sitting.]

[now for item number two: making spaghetti! Sora's not allowed to touch the stove, so he's having to improvise a little. he's dumped a box of uncooked pasta into a bowl, and is squishing a tomato in his hands directly over the spaghetti. not exactly how Daddy makes it, but close enough!]

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[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*Your Daddy-turned-Mama is here to help you! With your baby sister, even.*

Hi, little 'bug. What are you making?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

It's spaghetti! You want some?

[holds the bowl up to Sora- it might be juuuust a little crunchy. and flavorless.]

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

[...Oh man, what is he doing? Riku can't help but laugh a little as he wanders in.]

You look busy.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora blinks, and turns around to look at Riku.]

It's spaghetti! I gotta put it in the oven, though.

Temporary icon heh.

[shortblondekid.livejournal.com]

[A little 4-year old Ven wanders in and sees Sora.]

Um...that looks tough.

[Stares at the bowl of uncooked spaghetti.]

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

The oven?

[Baked spaghetti... huh.]

And you're doing this on your own?

[babywaterfalls.livejournal.com]

Do you want help?

[As the little blue-haired five-year-old drags a chair over, clambering up on it and looking at what he's doing.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

Mmm, well I don't think that's how you're s'posed to make it! But I'll show you how if you want. I just need to put your little sister down.

*Kira coos at Sorabug, her green eyes wide at this little stranger.*

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

[And here comes someone who hasn't been around a whole lot lately.]

What are you doing?

[young-forger.livejournal.com]

[Someone's going to be making real spaghetti over here, if you don't mind. But she'll let 'bug work on his own cooking.

She just won't let him eat it.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[better stop him, then, because he's just unceremoniously plopped the squished tomato in the bowl. spaghetti is complete; bon apetit!]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Hey, Mister Really Really Big Man! Want some spaghetti?

[young-forger.livejournal.com]

[Hup, hup, hup! Just a second, young man. She'll be grabbing that bowl quickly then, scooping him up around the waist with her other arm.]

'bug.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Show me how to make the really good spaghetti, okay? And lemme help!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not 'sposed to touch the stove.. So I gotta put it in the oven!

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[this teenage girl is entering the kitchen to make something healthy, like a salad... small children playing with food is not an unaccustomed sight to her though]

... what are you doing there?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... What? I'm just making spaghetti, Miss Pretty Lady!

[young-forger.livejournal.com]

That's not how you make it.

8D mind if i ask for no bbs spoilers? i'm trying to avoid them ;__;

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora squishes the tomato some more, until it is officially a pulpy glob in his hands. he drops it on into the bowl.]

Nope! You just gotta know what you're doing.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Sure it is! I've got the spaghetti, an' the tomato.. an' I put the tomato on the spaghetti..

[pauses and crosses his arms, deep in thought about how one makes spaghetti.]

.. Oh! I forgot the cheese! You gotta put cheese on there, too.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay! Go get the cheese an' we'll put it on top!

[young-forger.livejournal.com]

[Works on cleaning his hands. You look like a bloody mess.]

I'll make you some, how's that?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Makin' spaghetti! Want a bite, Miss Lady?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[he lets her, though there's no helping the tomato handprints on his shirt from when he crossed his arms.]

Will you teach me how? I gotta get really good at it so I can make spaghetti for my Daddies when they come back!

[young-forger.livejournal.com]

[Blinks a little, pausing to lick at some tomato paste that got on her fingers.]

Where did they go?