No one can resist the Seth-cute

[bloodyrockgod]

Seth is in his carrier, making "brrrt! brrrt!" noises. The carrier is on a table and Charlie is at the table, eating lunch and making "brrt! brrt!" noises right back.

[ooc: mun must change locations. be back soon. back yay!]

[summary: Ron is powerless against the Seth-cute. Elaine learns about the Ramones. Joshua is also cute and Richard is a proud daddy. Charlie's worried about Seth's magic but Tom is reassuring. Asar-Suti sympathizes about Bartleby. Danny drops by briefly, for Seth is cute.]

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[bloodyrockgod]

"We like him," Charlie says, cupping Seth's head in his palm. "We're keeping him."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"And well you should. He's a miracle, after all...all babies are miracles." Elaine cuddles him close, just once, and gives him gently back to Charlie. "Thank you," she says softly.

[bloodyrockgod]

"You're welcome." He kisses Seth again as he takes him back. "Er, that was a joke, of course. Of course we're keeping him. His mum would be very displeased with me if I tried to give him away."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine laughs. She knows it was a joke, of course. "I'm sure she would. He's such a good baby, after all. Thank you for allowing me to hold your treasure...I just couldn't resist him."

[bloodyrockgod]

"He's irresistable," Charlie says proudly. "He's the king of the world."

Seth babbles in explanation: Meet my da. He's very silly, and bats at Charlie's face.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Aye. He'll be a heartbreaker, that one." Baby babbling is music to her ears. "He's already got such personality."

[bloodyrockgod]

"He knows he's loved," Charlie murmurs. "I think that helps."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

She nods. "It always helps. Children grow better that way, I've always thought."

[bloodyrockgod]

"They do.

"When and where are you from, Elaine?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"I am from Astolat, in Britain. I passed over in the year 1143."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Passed over . . . oh. Oh.

"I'm from Britain too--about a thousand years after you, though. City called Manchester. I don't think it existed in your time--not by that name, anyway."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"I've been reading things, and I do believe some think it is called Surrey in your time."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm, well, Northumbria, more like."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine nods. "What do you do, in your time?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"I'm a musician. Wrote a song that was very popular for a while."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I always did like music. We had many bards come to stay the winters with us, when I was a girl."

[bloodyrockgod]

"What do you play?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Well, I could always sing, carry a tune...and recently, I have begun teaching myself the harp. I am not so good at it yet."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Singing's a good start. I'm not a great singer myself but I like doing it anyway. And no complaints yet, except the one bloke who didn't like the Ramones."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"The Ramones. I am afraid I do not know them, but I have heard some more modern music. The bar gave me some sort of musical listening thing so that I could hear some."

[bloodyrockgod]

"They're a musical group from my time. Their music is a bit loud and simple, but it's fun to play.

"What kind of musical listening thing did she give you?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"It's like a little box with these things you put in your ears to listen...and it plays all sorts of music."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Do you have to put disks in it, or casettes, or is the music in the player already?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Um. In the player already. Terribly interesting contraption."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh . . . you've got an iPod." He finshes around in the babybag and pulls out his own. "I was given this for Christmas.

"Want to hear some of the Ramones?"