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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is not sulking. Mature dead women of twenty whatever who have stopped counting birthdays because hi, dead, do not sulk.

She might have a back booth, a raspberry vodka and ginger ale and a slightly pouty expression, but it's existentially pouty. After all, when one of your first bar BFFs and one of your first bar boyfriends have just ditched you for heaven, existential pouting is totally appropriate.

It just also sucks.

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[awesome_lilly]

"...okay, point."

Lilly smiles a little crookedly.

"Hell, if I can keep them alive past high school, I'll be doing better than half of Neptune."

[balletrat]

And you'll have more better help than half of Neptune ever did, too, *Meg adds encouragingly.*

I mean, what kid can go seriously wrong with - say - Professor Lyon looming over their shoulder in the background?

[awesome_lilly]

"Merriman?"

Lilly wrinkles her nose.

"Yeah, I'm not totally certain I want him having too much to do with the kids. He's just not what I'm looking for in a role model."

Sadly, this is completely true and also why the twins are doomed.

[balletrat]

But if they did take after him, think about how much fun you'd have styling their eyebrows, *Meg says coaxingly.

Tiny braids sprouting from their foreheads! Meg thinks this is brilliant.*

[awesome_lilly]

"It'd be good times, yeah."

Lilly manages a grin at that.

"Once they grow real eyebrows."

[balletrat]

*Meg plucks thoughtfully at her own pale eyebrows.*

I'm sure Puck could charm them into having worthwhile eyebrows if theirs look to grow up skimpy.

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh true."

Lilly tilts her head.

"Or we could track down their bizarro father and examine his eyebrows, since their mother is unavailable in a terminal way."