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Claire is by the fire. She is reading to Seth from Winnie-the-Pooh. Seth is pretending to focus on the moving pictures. Really though he's just trying to break his own record of five consecutive spit bubbles.

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Seth does a little wiggly dance as his other foot is tickled.

"Oh." Claire sighs dramatically. "He'll be bossing us all around I'm sure. He's going to be so spoiled."

"Yeeeagh.." Ace takes a tighter grip on the wiggly baby. Fiddly babies, the downfall of the mighty Ace.
"Yes. Spoiled. With the whole of the bar wrapped around those tiny fingers, how can you think otherwise?" she replies once she feels mostly confident that Seth isn't going to take a header.

"He knows so many people." She laughs. "More than me. You wouldn't believe how many people come up to me and ask if I'm Seth's mother."

"You think he's crawlin' away from you on the sly and partying the night away? Seth..." she looks down at the baby-ruler of the bar. "You're supposed to keep that sort of thing quiet. Didn't anyone teach you how to be a proper delinquent? It doesn't work if the parents catch on too quick."

In all seriousness, "You'll tell me if you see him dancing and boozing it up down here, won't you?"

"Errr..." She pauses, and leans down to stage-whisper in Seth's ear. "Sorry mate, your mum's gonna make me squeal. She's a hard one, eh?"

Seth waves a hand in the air and then grabs onto Ace's hair.

"Oh," Claire grins and reaches over to help untangle tiny fingers. "Looks like he wants to keep you."

Ace yelps when Seth snags her hair, but manages not to lose her grip on the wiggly baby. Go Ace.
"What can I say. I'm a slave to the spit-bubble." She snarks as Claire gets her hair free.

"Well, you know what they say," She grins. "We're all slaves to something."

And then Seth does something extraordinary. He blows six spit bubbles in a row. Just for Ace. His muse.

Should Tim be wary of Seth?

"Well, aren't you just the cleverest boyo in the bar?" Ace tickles his foot again, beaming. Why? Because she's holding an adorable ~~bar ruler~~ baby.

"He just broke his own record," She grins. "He's getting quite proffecient with those."

"Today, spitbubbles, tomorrow, the world." Ace replies cheerfully.

"And there's no limitations to which world he conquers." She grins.

"Good lord. He could conquer them all from here, couldn't he?" Ace sounds a bit awed. "But first, he's going to have to figure out a way to order people about via spitbubbles."
She sighs.
"As much fun as this is, Seth, I think I need dinner." Even Aces can't live on bread and cocoa alone. Especially now that she's become reacquainted with the idea of eating.

"Good," Claire nods sternly. And then she smiles ruing the whole effect. "I'm glad you're eating again. I'll see you later, Ace."

She reaches out to take Seth back, who for his part sighs disappointedly now that he's no longer in Ace's arms. "Oh, I see how it is." Claire grins at him.

"What can I say? I'm a hit with the young boyos. See ya round, Seth. Save a dance for me, eh?" She grins fondly at him, then grins at Claire. "My sympathies. He's gonna run you ragged before the year's out. Give me a yelp if you need a hand, yeah?" She picks herself up off the couch, retrieving her empty cocoa mug.

"I'll hold you to that." She grins. "Bye Ace."

Ace waves, and heads off towards the bar in search of food. Or more soda bread. Whichever comes first.

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