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[bloodyrockgod]

There is a conglamoration over by the fireplace.

Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.

The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.




[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie wraps himself around Darien. "Hello, light of my life."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Hello, spice of curried rice."

A grin to Chris before he kisses Charlie.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I do not taste like curry," Charlie mumbles. "I don't eat half near enough."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Syrup to my pancakes," he says again.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Much better." He nods firmly. "The lemon in my tea."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"The sugar in my coffee," before he has to correct, "not that I could get you near coffee."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I could be persuaded to approach coffee under . . . certain circumstances."