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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 7:28:57 GMT -5
"Like that's likely." *Lizzie crossed her arms and shook her blond head, as if he'd suggested something as probable as walking on the moon.*
"Ain't no girl in her right mind that'd put up with 'ya like we do."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:39:15 GMT -5
"She's right," *said Jamie.*
"Oh, shuddup," *said Jake.*
*At long last, Kip re-appeared at the door, hurt feelings being superseded by a more pressing concern.*
"What's for breakfast?"
*Three pairs of eyes turned to Liz.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 7:44:27 GMT -5
*Lizzie just stared back for a moment. Then she cocked her hip and tightened her arms.*
"I see how it is. Fine."
*She shook her head and started collecting things to make breakfast.*
"Like to see ya'll shackled with wives sometime. Someone else could be yer slave in the mornin'..."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:47:24 GMT -5
*In a second, all three had crept up behind her and caught her. Jamie and Jake each took an arm and Kip tickled her ribs.*
"Liiiiiiiiiizaaaaard...thaaaaank yoooou," *they sing-songed.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 7:58:00 GMT -5
"Uh huh..." *She rolled her eyes but couldn't resist the hint of a grin. She had missed them. And things would be better with all of them there. They had to be. She turned around looking them over with a matronly glare.*
"Well, looks like you boys better git cleaned up. Won't have such dirty hands at my table."
*She lifted her chin, turning back to making breakfast.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:00:58 GMT -5
*Kip glanced at Jake and Jamie, who both dutifully turned towards the door and went out back towards the pump. Kip tried to nab a piece of the bacon from Liz's frying pan, but Jake collared his little brother and dragged him outside, where they took turns throwing water at each other and forcing Kip's head full under the tap, hooting and hollering all the while.
They returned to the kitchen some time later quite, quite damp, but clean.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 8:16:45 GMT -5
*Lizzie sighed at the sight of the three of them wet and waiting as she turned to place the plates of food on the table between them.*
"Well, I'm glad 'ta see yer're thorough."
*She smiled, shook her head and tried to dig up enough cups for all of them.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:26:21 GMT -5
"We saved some t'dunk ya in later, Liz. Whaddaya call that fancy French hairstyle yer wearing? Bird's-nest?" *chuckled Kip, digging into his eggs and bacon.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 8:45:21 GMT -5
"Laugh it up."
*She glanced back at him, sticking her tongue out at him.*
"It happens to be just the thing about these parts."
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:48:12 GMT -5
"So much for French fashion," *snorted Kip through a mouthful of eggs.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 13:21:07 GMT -5
"Carefully or you'll wear those eggs."
*She set the cups down hard on the table and followed it up with a pitcher of lemonade.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 15:47:24 GMT -5
*Jake smirked as he grabbed the lemonade and poured a glass, taking a long swig.*
"Ain't nobody c'n grub up like you, Liz."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 21, 2008 15:56:54 GMT -5
"Damn right." *She answered without missing a beat.* "And don't you forget it."
*She finally got to sit and try to fend some scraps for herself.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 8:33:41 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*The others run off after supper, Lizzie just sighed, clearing plates and starting dishes after she'd set aside something for the tardy Quinn. That boy really did work too hard sometimes. She smiled to herself, not unhappy at the work she set to.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 8:54:21 GMT -5
*Jake came in, whistling as he hung up his hat. He poked his head into the kitchen.*
"...where's everyone?" *he said casually, hugging Lizzie from behind and giving her a peck on the cheek.*
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