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At some point this morning, a little six-year-old sneaks out of the infirmary, where she decided to sleep last night.

She's in the same outfit as yesterday, and her hair could use a good brushing and being pulled back again, but she's cheerfully sitting on a barstool eating chocolate chip pancakes and drinking chocolate milk.

She's only here for one more day, folks, chat with her while you can!

[ooc: Once again, we have Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe, better known to Bar patrons as April Cornwell. She's gonna be leaving sometime tonight, before grown-up April comes back from her trip, so tag before she leaves! Slowtimes are love if you can't thread now and just want a placeholder. ^_^]

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It's excreted as "love me, I'm cute" pheromones. And hyperactivity.

"I don't get to have junk food usually. Mommy doesn't buy it."

"Junk food's bad for you," Monk says, trying to sound stern and failing miserably.

"Only when you eat too much of it."

She's a smart one.

She is.

Damn.

Monk smirks, eyeing her closely. "And how much junk food have you had to eat since you arrived, young lady?"

"Ummm... a lot?" but she smiles so innocently...

... damn the cuteness!

Monk siiiiighs, shaking his head. "Well, I guess that's okay, since you don't usually have a lot. Don't worry," he smiles, "I won't tell anyone."

Squeebounceglomp.

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian."

:D

Eee! Cute child attack!

Monk beams, giving her a gentle hug. "You're welcome."

Then, something dawns on him. "Did you spend the night here?"

She nods. "Uh-huh. I slept with Miniver, 'cause he's all by himself in the hospital room."

And she doesn't want to go home if she doesn't have to.

"Oh."

As long as she slept somewhere safe, Monk's alright.

"You don't see your closet door yet?"

She looks curiously at him. "Did it go somewhere?"

It's been here all along, you see.

For a second, Monk's brows shoot upwards.

But then they go back down.

He can't really blame her - to a little kid this place must be amazing.

"When do you plan on going back home?"

"Ummmm..."

She looks a little sheepish.

"I dunno?" If she could, she'd stay here forever.

Monk eyes her.

"You have to go back eventually, dear. 'm sure your parents are worried."

She shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. They'd be happy, see, 'cause I'm in their way all the time."

His head tilts and his expression turns to a slightly concerned one.

"In their way?"

There's much nodding. "Uh-huh. 'M a mistake and a problem and I ruined their plans."

Monk's eyes go wide.

Rilla may be surprised to find herself scooped up into Monk's arms and getting squeezed. "Oh, no, honey, no. You're not a mistake."

She is surprised, more by the cuddling than anything else.

She doesn't get cuddles, see.

Now she does! Lots of them.

See, the thing is, Monk can almost sympathize.

He didn't have the greatest dad in the world.

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