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[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting at a table in the bar, engaged in several tasks:

a.) attempting to feed the baby in her arms with some sort of pureed baby food, provided by the bar

b.) keeping said baby from wiggling off her lap to go exploring under the tables

and c.) rather frantically paging through a book on child care in front of her, whenever Derry stops squirming long enough to allow her to use one of her arms.

Derry, meanwhile, is engaged in one task: becoming the universe's foremost artist in the medium of pureed baby food.

Hey, everyone needs to have a dream.*

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[balletrat]

Hey, Mike!

*Meg glances up, with a grin, removing her attention from Derry for a moment.

This is probably a mistake.*

Long time no -

*Splat.

Derry's canvas in mashed food art just got a little larger.*

[mnt_mike]

"Long time no...what is that, strained peas? Long time no peas right back at you, Meg. Babysitting, I take it?"

[balletrat]

Carrots, actually -

*Meg raises a hand to wipe off her eyes, and squints.*

- no, wait, maybe that is the peas. They all sort of got mixed - and, er, yeah. For at least the next week, I hear.

*Hopefully:* Want to hold her?

[mnt_mike]

His eyes light up.
...
Well, not literally, since that would be wierd, freakish and wrong.

"Can I?"

[balletrat]

Please, *Meg says, giggling; Derry is already halfway Mike-wards.

Derry does not mind. Fresh meat!*

I love my cousin, but she's heavy. And squirmy. And it would be kind of nice to have a chance to actually get the peas out of my eyes.

[mnt_mike]

Mike accepts the child gingerly.

"Hiya Derry, remember me? I'm the one with the tiny elephant. You are just the coolest thing ever, you know that right?"

[balletrat]

*Derry beams up at him.

This one is clearly wise in all things.

Meg, meanwhile, concentrates on making her vision less green.*

- you know, I think she does remember you - I mean, that looks a little bit like a tiny elephant, *she says, with a grin, and gestures to Derry's tabletop art.*

[mnt_mike]

Mike balances Derry on his hip and does this quasi-tango-swing type dance with her as he talks with Meg.

"Well of course she does. I mean, it's hard to forget Stampy, and nye impossible to forget me. You know, green's a good color on you, I'm just saying...."

[balletrat]

You make very good points.

*Derry is giggling - a high-pitched, gleeful sound. Fortunately, it is not half so unnerving as her mother's giggle.*

Well, I've been blue, green might be a nice change, *Meg admits, genially.*

- only don't say that around this one's mother, she'd do it.