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And Billy is nearby, eating breakfast and smiling as he listens.

She smiles back when she notices him.

He smiles, edging closer but not speaking as she sings. He enjoys singing and hers sounds so full of her love for the child. it makes him miss his real; Mom and his adoptive mom as well, some. So he sits there and listens.

The baby's drowsing, nearly asleep.

He whispers very softly.

"That is beautiful. You sing with such...wow."

After another minute or two, she stops and smiles up at him.

"Thank you."

Still speaking quietly and looking at the baby, Billy smiles.

"How is he?"

"He's fine. Growing."

He smiles at her then.

"And you? How is being a Mom sitting with you?"

He likes Moms and he likes Maria. She is, he thinks, cool.

She smiles back, contented.

"It's great."

He nods.

"I'm glad. How old is he now?"

"Just about a month old."

"Coool."

he smiles at her.

"Are you still working for the newspaper?"

Her smile fades, just a bit. "Yeah. Lilly's still running it."

His own smile falters as he sees hers go.

'Ah... good. "

He hits himself inside. Great move, Batson. He shakes his head and peers at her after ducking his head.

"What do you do around here, Ma'am, if I can ask? I get bored here a lot, but I was curious what others did."

She doesn't blame him.

"Well, Alex and the paper take a lot of time. And I come out here and talk to people."

he smiles at that.

"Good. You are nice and people need to see a nice smile when they get here. It's... nice to be confronted by that."

he grins at her.

"They should make you like the honorary greeter."

"I think that's Tim's job", she says, amused. "But thanks for saying so."

"Oh...well, you still would eb good at it. And you're welcome."

he sinks back into his chair more, rolling his neck.

"I think i stayed up too late last night. I got into an interesting part of my history book after Bar assigned me a small piece of homework, and kinda read it for a couple of hours."

She eyes him, hiding a smile.

"You need your sleep, you know."

[ooc: going afk for a couple of hours]

He chuckles and looks sheepish.

"I know. I should have puit it down, but I usually dont like History and I did this one, so I kept reading."

he shrugs looking a little embarassed.

(ooc: That's fine. See you on the flip side.)

"It's good that you were interested. But the book'll still be there in the morning, you know?"

"I know. It's just... I started reading and kinda lost track of time..."

He looks up and grins.

"It was cool! Do you like history?"

"I... wasn't the world's best student. But history's cool."

he chuckles at that.

"I am so far from being a good student they almost named a red pen model after me."

he shakes his head.

"School and me dont mix too well. I understand why it is important, I just... dont do well in it. I'm always thinking of other things."

He smiles a little.

"History though, some of it actually catches me and doesnt let go."

"Maybe that's what you should work on later, then."

"What do you mean? Er History? or School?"

He looks a little confused.

"History. It sounds like it's your thing."

he smiles.

"I do like it, a lot. Especially medi-eval times and current events. There are a lot more similarities between the two than most people realize."

He bounces a little.

"I would have to get better grades in order to teach or get a degree inmit though. And I dont know if that will ever happen."

"Don't write yourself off yet. You're only thirteen."

He smiles.

"Thank you, Maria. I think you would make a good teacher. You encourage and have a lot of smiles and compassion for people. heck, I would take a class from you anyday."