Pepper shot him a truly perturbed look at the mention of nursery rhymes used on an alleged Son of Satan. In the end, she decided that was a conversation best reserved for later. Like if she ever had to babysit in the near future....
She lifted her eyes to the ceiling in another tease. "Oh, I see, too many thoughts. So you just can't possibly do it. How convenient." She grabbed a red ball that was dangerously near to getting swallowed by the vast black hole that was under Adam's bed, and started to bounce it on the floor.
At the mention of James Bond bullet hole tranfers she cackled. "Proof beyond a doubt that all things even vaguely male are always ten years old at heart. Not that I wouldn't like that on the Volkswagon. Dun't you think they'd look good on a car painted with peace signs?"
She gave the final nod of approval. "Yes, quite impressive. When we get there I'll let you help out too, 'f mum's not done cookin'. You can do somethin' manly - like choppin' lettuce."
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Date: 2006-09-30 12:49 am (UTC)She lifted her eyes to the ceiling in another tease. "Oh, I see, too many thoughts. So you just can't possibly do it. How convenient." She grabbed a red ball that was dangerously near to getting swallowed by the vast black hole that was under Adam's bed, and started to bounce it on the floor.
At the mention of James Bond bullet hole tranfers she cackled. "Proof beyond a doubt that all things even vaguely male are always ten years old at heart. Not that I wouldn't like that on the Volkswagon. Dun't you think they'd look good on a car painted with peace signs?"
She gave the final nod of approval. "Yes, quite impressive. When we get there I'll let you help out too, 'f mum's not done cookin'. You can do somethin' manly - like choppin' lettuce."