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Who: White Lily Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie, Pavlova Cookie
What: Baby boy gets his bedroom!
When: Backdated mid-late spring.
Where: Cookie House
Warnings: allusions to child abuse, most likely

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( it's easy to get pavlova out of the house long enough for heimr to swing by- between errands and things to get from the cafe or bakery, one of the two adults here can get him out. heck, just playing with the hatchlings or walking marble might work. regardless of who asks, and what they ask, the point is that while he's out heimr is in, and when pavlova comes back... lily, at least, is nowhere to be seen. instead she's busy fretting- )

Do you think he'll like it? I wanted to surprise him but maybe I should have asked his opinion...

( "it" being a bedroom. though if pavlova snoops, he'll see even more books. )

[Huhuhuhu what a sneaky plan they have concocted. Once it's done though, Shadow Milk is definitely giving it a careful once over. Inspecting it. It's for Pavlova so it should be perfect, you know?]

[It's silly, the room looks great, and it matches Pavlova's aesthetic, but Shadow Milk is never forthright about anything. Luckily Lily can probably translate shitty clownese by now.]

Well, I think it will suffice. Not as grandiose as a room from my Spire of course, but for here, I think it will do.

[Smack him.

...

( she baps his arm. )

Hush. I just- it feels like every time I try, I just annoy him. What if I read his interests wrong...?

( nevermind the fact that shadow milk's been here the whole time to help. she keeps! messing up? therefore her input is terrible. )

[He sighs a little.]

You haven't, this has him written all over it.

[As far as he knows, anyway. He knows how Pavlova likes to dress and that matches this room a lot. He too, is still getting to know his son now that he has grown up some and Shadow Milk is less insane by corruption.]

...As for his demeanor, try not to take it too personal. Your title and what it represents is what he is being cautious of.

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[ oh, certainly, it isn't difficult at all to get him to leave the house. He likes to explore and happily does so when he's allowed. This also means, however, that he doesn't tend to come back with any real predictable pattern- and if they noticed he is prone to frequently coming back and leaving.

He'd been in the garden for the past few minutes, out of some uncanny sense of comfort. He goes out there a lot.

But he got anxious, so he'd come inside to seek out his father, finding both him and White Lily in the hall.

He heard them. He's acting as though he hasn't. ]

Um. Am I interrupting something?

It's not my title saying the words, th- ( and then lily squeaks in a most undignified manner, jolting harshly.

...

...

...

she clears her throat and recomposes herself, smiling bashfully. )

N-no! No, not at all, ah- but you're right on time. We have a surprise for you...

Oh, speak of the Beast! C'mere little Cherub, come have a look what we cooked up for you while you were oooout~!

[There goes some fucking confetti!! Welcome to your new room, Pavlova!]

[ He has the sweet innocent angel act down so well. It probably belies how often he's heard Eternal Sugar talking about things he wasn't supposed to hear. Either way he kind of tilts his head at the two of them.

There's a bit of truth to it, he has no idea what they're on about, nor what prompted them talking about that... but his dad is making a spectacle of it like always, and he relaxes a little, coming closer so he can peer into the room they gathered in front of. He hasn't seen it before, but its a bedroom and its covered in books. He's not sure what to make of it. ]

What... is it?

[ Surely not all of this is his? Did they put a bed in the library for him? He wouldn't complain. ]

( lily smiles softly, though that confusion rings... familiar, in a sense. )

It's your new bedroom, if you like it. What do you think...?

I know you didn't exactly have four walls in the garden to call your own, but now you do! And you can do whatever you want with it! It was aaaaall the Guardian's idea.

[ his room. On paper he understood what that meant, he knew about houses even if he'd rarely ever been in one. It was something else to have something like that for himself.

Nowhere was really private in the garden, and most everything was shared. His bow never left his person for a reason.

But now he had a room and it had plants and books and stuff to write with... ]

... it's for me? All of it?

[ He can't even process the question of liking it when he's stuck on having a space that is his alone. ]

Yes, of course. And we tried to make it so it would overlook the garden...

( since he seems to like it so much. she holds her hands together nervously, ignoring the dull ache in her fingers as he takes it all in. )

Ooooonly the best for my son, of course!

[Yes, this seems to be going well. He's not at all fidgety either, shh.]

[ He seems encouraged by that for a moment, moving closer to the door to peer inside. He comes back out after a moment, barely passing the doorway.

He looks scared. ]

This is-- I didn't do anything for this, though.

[ He looks between them, uncertain. ]

I can... I can leave, right? What do I have to do?

... You didn't have to do anything. Everyone deserves a place to call their own, and the right to privacy. And- we wanted to.

( worry flickers across her face and she glances at shadow milk for- reassurance? understanding? mutual blooming horror? )

... O-of course you can leave. Whenever you'd like. You don't have to do anything, Pavlova Cookie.

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