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[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

Lucrecia here is taking a break from things-that-are-currently-none-of-your-beeswax in her laboratory for some blatant misuse of equipment for delicious hot beverages (in this case hot chocolate.) Because Bunsen burners and beakers make it taste better, honest... Not at all because she is lazy or in the middle of something 'important' which may or may not have caused her to lose track of time and disappear for a few more hours than she intended (and miss almost any imaginary social/family commitments spectacularly.)

[ooc: List isn't necessarily completely up to date but I sort of gave up a little, Lucy-babe's part seems to be fine last I checked.]

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[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Mommy, what're you making?

[there is a small little boy tugging at your skiiirts.]

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

[Well then, she'll just have to pick you up then.]

Mommy's making some hot chocolate. Would you like some?

[The other purpose of this lap relocation being it's much easier to keep bitty hands away from dangerous stuff like open flames and hot glass. she, of course, is never explaining the actual work she's doing. Hot chocolate is science, honest.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Can I make some too?

[clingy kid is clingy, and if she gets close enough to that stuff he'll be trying to be helpful]

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... Maybe when you're bigger.[Not that he's going to get bigger or older but these are distraction tactics damn it.] How about... you can put the marshmallows in?

[Thankfully, there's not much to do, just wait for the contents of that beaker to get warm.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Can I put in lots?

[how many is he allowed to get away with--]

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

[Probably a handful... or maybe two. Depends on how much you work your cute value.]

Not too much, there's got to be room for the hot chocolate too.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Are you gonna have hot chocolate too? Can I put the marshmallows in yours?

[and possibly eat a few along the way?]

nnnggg, damn you Luxord

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

Yes, and yes.

[Hang on, she's just going to conveniently distract you with the marshmallow bag while she reaches over to pick up the beaker with the tongs and carefully pour it into some mugs with a dash of cold milk before she puts them anywhere near your reach. Then turn of the Bunsen because small children + open flames = potential disaster.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[amg you trusted him with the bag. is it open? if it is some of those will definitely have found their way to his mouth while you're fooling around with the more dangerous stuff.]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[ Oi, it's your favorite son walking in now-- ]

Oh, Mother. Nice to see you today.

oh maaaan, blanks were drawn- sorry

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

Hi Axel!

[Now come closer so she can mess up your hair and stuff.]

it's fine |D

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[ SITS THERE AND TAKES IT LIKE A MAN. ]

My hair was fine when I left my room.

Lucrecia is odd to play when Luxord's hijacked the brain at gun point.

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

That was the point♥

[Consider it revenge for making her a grandmother before she's 40... 25..? Fuck, how old is she? Warped aging runs in this family, regardless of these time warp.]

Would you like some hot chocolate?

[ofnightmare.livejournal.com]

[And here's the other son, poking his nose into the laboratory.]

An interesting use for those.

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

This is a perfectly valid scientific application.

[Surreptitiously going to hide a few open applications on that computer one handedly as she turns to face him.]

[ofnightmare.livejournal.com]

Did I say otherwise?

damnit Lucy-babe, your lack of expressions strikes again

[forgottendata.livejournal.com]

[Shh, your mother is a defensive derp. Also, her ex-husband would pay out this sort of thing.

/POUTING FOREVER]

[ofnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He smiles after a moment.]

I suppose it doesn't matter, in the end.