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The mun was not going to post Boo in this weekend. She was going to take some time to finish slowtimes and work on small plotty things. However, the mun forgot that she had IDEAS. She also forgot that she, too, is helpless against the cuteness that is Boo. And SO, here we are.

Boo is outside her blanket fort. She appears to be All Better! from last week's being sick thing. She's hopping around and singing. On top of her blanket fort there is a half eaten plate of cake and a pink Hello Kitty! sippy filled with lukewarm hot chocolate.
Boo has definitely been affected by the people she's met here.

It should be noted what Boo is wearing! She has on a white t-shirt with a large, red " Hello, My Name Is " logo on it. And in the name portion of the logo "Boo!" appears to be handwritten on it. (except it's not hand written; it's printed on there like the rest) On the rest of the shirt there are smaller and different colored "Hello, My Name Is" logos, with all of the names she's called on them. "Boo!" is there a few more times, "Grace" and "Gracie" are on there at least two times each, "Half Pint," "Squirt" "Zow" "Mike" and "Mike Wizowski" are also featured prominently. There is also "Little Bit", "Little One" "Cutie" and possibly several others that the mun has forgotten.

She also has on black jean shorts and white bunny house shoes that JINGLES WHEN SHE MOVES HER FEET. This might explain why she's dancing around. SHE LOVES HER NEW SHOES!

It's unclear where Boo got all these items, or how they got onto her person. But she has them on and she LOVES THEM and thus it's all happy making in the end.

[Tiny Tag: Boo]

[OOC: Mun is very bored so open till whenever!]

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Kate nods and hooks a lock of damp hair behind one ear.

"Well, okay," she says slowly, looking from Boo to the bar, then back to Boo. "But here's the thing — we'll have to go back to Bar and ask for something to carry Fred in. We can't just lift him out of the water, all right?"

Boo doesn't understand. All she understands is that Fred is not in her hands or in the tank (that's still in bar) and that this is unacceptable.

"F'ed iss!" She pouts.

Kate nods again and crouches, so she's nearly level with Boo.

"I know you want Fred right now, but we need to get him a little house first," she explains, "to carry him inside to his tank."

And by "little house," Kate totally means "a plastic bag."

Fred gets a house? Boo approves of this idea!

She splashes in a hurried fashion toward the shore, then turns around and looks at Kate like 'What are you still doing there?'

Then she skipruns toward the bar.

Kate laughs and splashes out of the shallows.

"Right behind you," she calls, hurrying after speeding!Boo. "Careful on the steps, Gracie."

Boo is always careful!

Ish.

Definitely careful-ish.

Unless, of course, being careful interferes with what she wants to do.
Then whole 'careful' idea kind of goes out the window.

She runs over to Bar. "F'd iisss hos'!"

Clearly, getting Fred a tiny house is on the What Boo Wants to Do list.

Kate reaches the bar a few seconds later and grins at Boo's request.

"Bar, can we have a plastic bag to hold a small fish, please?"

When it appears, she holds it up for Boo's inspection.

"Fred will only have to stay in this for a few minutes, then we'll put him in his real house," she says, pointing to the ten-gallon tank on the counter. "Sound like a plan?"

Boo looks at the plastic bag with mounds of uncertainty. She points to it.

"No hos" shaking her head.

"This is just to get Fred from the lake to his real house," she tells Boo gently. "Because that," and she points to the ten-gallon tank once more, "will be his real house. With water and — "

Before Kate can explain further, the ten-gallon tank is suddenly filled with water, colorful pebbles, a piece of bright pink plastic "coral," and underwater foliage.

There's also a small plastic diver and a tiny treasure chest filled with gold coins.

Boo looks at the tank with continued uncertainly.

She points to Bar.
"F'ed isss hos!"

A brightly colored Fred-sized house appears in the bottom of the tank and Boo beams. "Lesdoe!" She heads back towards the door outside.

"Oh, nice," Kate laughs in approval.

Bag in hand and still smiling, she follows Boo back to the lakeshore.

Boo runs to the lake and jumps in. She splashes her way to where Fred was seen last and keeps an eye out for any indication of her new pet's whereabouts.

Kate wades in behind Boo, scanning the water.

"Okay, Boo, let's be super-still for a second and see if Fred swims over."

She peers into the water, but there's no sign of Fred just yet, from what Kate can see.

Boo looookses at the water veeery carefully.

"F'ED ISSS!" She splashes toward her newly rediscovered pet with her arms out.

Kate follows, just in time to see Fred dart a safe-ish distance away.

She crouches carefully and places the plastic bag just under the surface of the water.

Though it would just be too easy if Fred swam over and into his new-but-temporary home.

Fred seems to think that avoidence is the best policy. He's swam a safe distance away from Boo and even farther away from the plastic bag.

Boo rushes toward Fred with lots of two year old enthusiasm! Fred swims away at the last minute.

Maybe the fish is smarter than we give him credit for.

Indeed, it seems that wise Fred is wise.

Kate half-wades, half duck-walks closer to Fred.

"Think you can herd him over here, Boo?"

Because that'll totally work.

Boo splashes back towards Kate in what she hopes will be a successful trapping of Fred.

Fred, sadly, is smarter than both of them.

Oh, but crafty Kate is crafty!

When Boo zigs and Fred zags, Kate anticipates the zag and, lo, there is now a Fred inna plastic bag filled with lake water!

If Fred had lips, we are sure he would pout.

Boo, on the other hand, is gleeful! She ~~splashes~~ runs to Kate and hugs her legs.
"F'ED ISSS HOS!" She points toward bar.

Fred is certainly pouting, as only a fish can.

Kate, meanwhile, is triumphant.

She gives Boo a quick grin and begins to wade out of the shallows.

"Want to help put Fred in his house?" she asks with a laugh, already knowing the answer.

"EEEEEEEEE!!" She runs towards bar with a lot of running and gleeful squeeing.

"F'ED ISS HOSS!"

It appears to be her mantra.

It's a fairly creative one, as mantras go.

Kate trails just behind Boo and they squelch inside and back to the counter, where Fred's new home awaits.

"Okay, Boo," Kate says, lifting the lid of the tank and waiting for Boo to scramble up on a stool and onto the counter, "you can help me put Fred in his new house, okay?"

And by "help," Kate means hold one edge of the plastic bag while Kate does the pouring.

That's what she was going for, we're sure.

Boo totally scrambles up onto a stool and looks at Kate expectantly as she talks.

Then she reaches for the plastic bag. SHE gets to pour Fred Fish. This was all her idea, you know.

Oh, the Boo Pours It All Show would certainly end with a beached Fred the Fish.

So Kate gingerly lifts Fred's bag, holding its edges firmly and leaving plenty of room for Boo-sized hands to quasi-help with the pouring.

"Ready?" she asks, the bag hovering safely over the lip of the tank.