kitchen_maid: (Amy & Meg -- Innocent . . . Really)
Amy ([personal profile] kitchen_maid) wrote2006-01-27 12:37 am

Keep Meg & Amy From Cooking Party

There are streamers over the door and glitter is flung generously (if randomly) about over countertops. (To be on the safe side, the girls have used edible glitter, like that on the cookies they handed out as invitations.)

There are large signs posted above the stoves and ovens with picture of Meg and Amy and the words "NOT ALLOWED" in large and bright red letters below them.

It can only mean one thing.

There's a party in the kitchen, and someone has got to keep these girls from cooking.
balletrat: (almostnormalsmilemeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg grins back, and says, a little wistfully,* It must have been nice having siblings.

- though of course I'm blessed with a zillion cousins, so.
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[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg tilts her head, a little, interested.*

I didn't know you and Caspian were close.
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[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
- well, I haven't talked to Caspian much, *Meg says, her face breaking into a grin,* but from what I have, I'm pretty sure I can say that he seems like he'd be a pretty awesome brother.
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[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
I have a brother - an actual brother. Well, half-brother, *Meg admits, a little sheepishly.*

But I haven't seen him in ages - and I never did get to know him very well, even when he was around. I know Kitty - my cousin - much better.
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[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
That's true enough, *Meg says, and glances around, with a grin.*

And I chose a lot of these people here.
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[personal profile] balletrat 2006-01-29 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
This, *Meg says, seriously,* is always an important qualification, in choosing your family. Or friends, or whatever.

*Her glance goes over to where Andrew is chopping up mushrooms on the stove, and she grins.*