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[lilyberation]

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

Comments

[lilyberation]

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. )

[jesterlies]

Ooooonly the best for my son, of course!

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

[lovelyredthread]

[ 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?

[lilyberation]

... 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.

[jesterlies]

She's telling the Truth.

[Because he can see that, and while he understands why Pavlova is reacting that way, he isn't sure how to calm him down, or convince him. Perhaps with Truth he might get it? ugh, icky Truth. A rare case where such a thing would serve a better purpose than a pretty lie.]

If the Guardian was willing to give me a room, then surely you're just as deserving. I am the bane of her existence, after all.