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A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

Dorian Owens was a pretty resourceful and brave little boy. So, when he couldn't locate his parents at the big building he'd found them last time, and he heard someone mention an awful lot of people would be at the hotel this morning, he set on his way across town

Lots of bright persuasive smiles, a rickshaw ride, and a helpful hotel employee later he found himself at a door behind which he was supposed to find his parents. So, he knocked. Enthusiastically.

Inside the room, in bed, it made Kate frown lightly. "Did you order room service breakfast or something?" she mumbled, still half asleep.

[ooc: For the two pale dudes, and masses of SP!]

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"Bacon?" Kate asked, holding back a laugh. "Oh, I'm sure I really liked that."

She glanced over at Bod, amused. "I'm sure that's all on me."

"I would imagine so," Bod said, coming closer to give Kate's kiss a cheek and then Dorian's before he actually went to answer the knocking at the door that signaled the food had arrived.

"Wanna know what I draw Daddy?" Dorian asked. "I draw him youuuuuu cuz he says you're his favoritest. Well, 'sides me."

"Awww." Yeah, Kate felt like she could just cry at how cute he was, she really did. "Do you think you could draw something like that for us, too?"

Bod had retrieved the food from the man at the door, tipped him and was now bringing it back towards Kate and Dorian.

"You wanna bacon and a daddy picture?" Dorian asked. "Bacon daddy! A bacon daddy!"

He found that pretty funny, yes.

Kate snickered as she carried Dorian back over to the bed. "Whatever you wanna draw, Dorian, is fine. Even a... bacon daddy."

Snort.

"I can draw alla us!" Dorian said, kicking his tiny feet as he got closer to the bed. "And you can have it and hang it up!"

"Yes, we'll hang it up in our r--" 'Our room', she'd meant to say, but things had changed in that respect, hadn't they? "Well, we'll definitely hang it up somewhere, I promise."

She put him down on the bed. "After breakfast, I'll get you some paper and pens, okay?"

"Will you draw me somefing to take back tooooooo?" Dorian asked with his big wide grey eyes. "Please?"

Kate's reply was delayed because she had to take a second or two to wonder about whether Bod had looked a little like this as a child.

"You think that won't confuse your parents a bit?" she asked with a chuckle. "Sure. We can draw something."

"I'm sure we can write them a little note to explain," Bod said, bringing the food over on three separate plates and settling them on the bed for the three of them. He'd given each person a little of everything. Dorian immediately went for the donuts, of course.

"Dorian, maybe you could draw something for your grandmother too?" he asked before looking at Kate. "I know we can't give it to her but still. We can take it to Kansas with us."

"Shore!" Dorian said around a mouthful of donut.

"And maybe your Uncle Moosh, too?" Kate suggested, picking up a piece of bacon off her plate. "We can give it to him, he... knows about all of this. And he's really sad right now, so I think he'd really like it."

"I can draw all the pictures!" Dorian said, nodding. "Alla them! For grandmum and uncle Moosh and everyone! Granddad too!"

Kate smiled and mussed up his hair with her free hand.

"That's the spirit," she said. "I'm gonna need to get you a lot of paper so you can draw for everyone."

"My hands are gonna be tired!" Dorian said, reaching for some bacon and wiping his face on his other arm. He was smiling though and looked happy and healthy and like a kid should. "I might need a hand nap!"

Snicker. "Well, if that happens, you'll take one," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone take a hand nap before. Should be exciting."

"Daddy took a foot nap once!"

Or maybe that was because Dorian fell asleep on his legs and made Bod's feet fall asleep but it was a nap to Dorian!

"Oh?" Well, that sounded like a possibly funny story. "How'd that work?"

"Watching telly!"

Dorian started gesturing with his piece of bacon as he told the story. "Daddy was watching somefing boring and I climbed up on his legs and tried to build a fort outta pillows! And I climbed inside the fort and Daddy said he couldn't find me and I told Daddy I was a wizzaaaard."

He grinned. "And I fell asleep cuz a wizard needs his rest too and Daddy's knee wasn't too good a pillow but his feets took a nap with me!"

Kate laughed, just delighted with that story because she could totally picture it happening. "Well, I'm sure I've told you this lots of times before ––" Even if it was as another version. "–– but your dad is an excellent pillow, usually. Just not his knees and you made even that work."

"You tell me that all the time!" Dorian agreed with a grin and before chomping on some more bacon. "We bof use Daddy as pillows alla time. When I get scared at night and I come sleep with you, I cuddle up in between bof of you and it's a shield!"

Dorian stood up and came closer to Kate. "Even wizards get scared but you protect me cuz you're Muuuuuuuuuuuum the Best!"

"Am I?" Kate asked, snickering. "And what's your dad, then?"

"Daddy the Best too!" Dorian said, nodding. "You're the best mum and he's the best dad and you're both the bestest parents a Dorian could have!"

"The only ones, too," Kate pointed out. "But I suppose that doesn't matter, does it? 'Cause we're your parents. More or less."

"'Xactly!" Dorian and bounced up and launched himself at Kate to give her a hug. Hey, his parents were affectionate with him and he was affectionate right back. He liked hugs.

"Whoa!" Kate exclaimed, but it came out with a laugh. "Okay then." She hugged him back, tight and warm and without hesitation. "You give excellent hugs, sweetie."

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