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[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

I bet you didn't know Daisy Adair could play the piano, did you?

... well, her mun didn't either, and had to check a couple of canon resources to be sure.

But, lo and behold, Daisy Adair can play the piano, and is currently doing so!

To Ben Folds' 'Lullabye.'

Goodnight, goodnight,
Sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it seems
Goodnight, goodnight
Let the moonlight take the lid
Off your dreams

We took a small flight
In the middle of the night
From one tiny place
To another
And my parents they remain
At the shack with Lorraine
And my aunt and my grandpa
And brother ...

She's very fond of the song -- even has her eyes closed as she plays it.

So you'd probably scare her to death (again) if you poked her.

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[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

"What the shit are you doing here?" Comes a very familiar, very shocked voice from behind her.

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"We walked past the tarmac, and boarded the craft -- oh, hello, Georgia!"

Daisy just grins, turning around to face her.

"I'd no idea you were here, actually. Place just popped up one day."

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

Goddamnit.

"What do you mean you just popped up?" It's a bit angry.

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"Apparently," Daisy sounds a smidgen more puzzled now, "the same thing has happened to everyone else I've spoken to, so I figured that was the normal way to do it. Another memo I missed, then?"

She hasn't stopped smiling.

It has proven to be the only way of dealing with George.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

George looks grumpy. But then George always looks grumpy.

She sighs, defeated, and sits down next to Daisy.

And that's when it hits her. She looks at Daisy with panic. "Does Rube know about this?"

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"... I certainly hope not. I'd get yelled at for slacking and, further, for slacking in the company of several interesting -- living -- men."

Daisy shares the panic quite openly.

"So if he asks, well, we've been at home. I was trying to get to Der Waffle Haus anyway, isn't like it's my fault."

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

She looks over.

"Wait a minute," she points at Daisy's face. "What is that?"

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"A facial expression?" She smiles. "Or perhaps the hatching of a plan. You know, just in case the whole 'time stopping' thing I've been hearing about doesn't actually work -- how long have you been here, anyway, Georgia dear?"

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

"We're...not talking about me," clearly deflecting. "What kind of plan?"

[finds-it.livejournal.com]

Pianos?

Are hard.

Not the playing, though I'm not really a musical kind of guy, but I mean the legs.

Hard. Wood.

Trust me. My head knows this cause it just smashed into it.

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

Daisy never manages to get to and the pilot, he gave me a blanket, and the tall dark man sang to me in deep rich tones ... because the piano has decided to protest.

With a very loud CLANG.

She blinks.

"... was that a very roundabout way to ask me to stop playing, sir?"

[finds-it.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, lady. If I wanted you to stop playing, I wouldn't go around smashing my head on your instrument. I'm not that considerate."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"... then may I ask," she intones slowly, "why you did smash your head on it? It's not mine, by the way. Public property."

[finds-it.livejournal.com]

All right, I'm getting annoyed.

"Cause I rolled in off the Rainbow Run and wasn't really looking where I was going so much as trying not to die."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, in that case, I'm dreadfully sorry for the harsh implications."

She offers her hand, smiling.

"Daisy -- Daisy Adair."

[finds-it.livejournal.com]

I grab her hand and use it to pull myself up.

Well, if that isn't what she wanted me to use it for, she shouldn't have offered it.

"Taylor. John Taylor."

And I'm waiting for the reaction...

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

She doesn't mind, really.

But her brow furrows -- and he gets the reaction he wasn't looking for or expecting.

"You don't look like the John Taylor I know," Daisy remarks, referring to the musician (http://www.johntaylorjazz.com/pages/biography.html), who is the only John Taylor she happens to know, "so you must be a new one."

[littlest-pace.livejournal.com]

At some point, Megan wanders away - not too far away - from the family reunion, and over to the piano.

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Daisy offers her a smile, but doesn't sway from her lyrics.

The rain had me chilled to the bones
Just the three of us
Took flight that night
Uncle Richard, me,
And James Earl Jones.

[littlest-pace.livejournal.com]

She smiles back, shyly.

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

The F sharp chord makes itself known -- loudly -- and then Daisy stops.

"I'm Daisy," she says softly. "What's your name?"

Children do not get the same introduction at all. She likes them. Especially girls.

[littlest-pace.livejournal.com]

"Hi. Megan."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"Megan. That's a pretty name -- and it really is, I'm not just some silly adult saying that to look for words. It's the name of a lot of important people, actually."

[littlest-pace.livejournal.com]

"Gramma's name", she volunteers.

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"Like your grandmother. See! Important person. Right there."