fandomtownies | Jeff, God of Biscuits: afternoon

There was a little tiny monochrome Japanese girl already at the counter, attempting to explain to the clerk that she wanted pie. Unfortunately, there were two problems. She didn't have any money, and the clerk didn't speak Japanese. He kept asking her where her mommy was.

Eventually, Miho drew her toy sword and started waving it threateningly at him.

Parker facepalmed. "Why, God?" Then she sighed. "//Miho, cut it out.//"

Miho lit up. At last, someone who would understand her. "//Parker! I asked him for pie and he won't give me pie!//" She waved her sword at the guy some more. "//And I'm hungry! Make him give me pie!//"

"//I'll buy you pie if you put the sword away,//" Parker bargained. Then paused. "//If you at least stop waving it at him," she tried. She stared at Miho. "Dear God, you're almost irredeemably cute. That's so damn weird."

Miho lowered her sword and looked warily at Parker. "//Promise?//" Luckily, she couldn't understand the rest of what Parker said very well. She caught 'cute' but everyone called her that. It was really annoying. That was why she was going to be a ninja! Ninjas weren't cute, they were mysterious and deadly!

"//Swear. On my honor,//" Parker said, stepping forward to the counter, then pausing. "//What kind? And do you need cookies for the other girls?//"

Okay, there was a brain-breaker of an image. All the girls at the Sin now pre-teens.

Miho pouted. "//They're playing Go Fish without me. And they can cook for themselves 'cause of their mommies have to work all the time. Except usually, the other Girls bring them food and stuff, but they know how to make stuff for themselves just in case. But I can't reach the stove.//"

Which was more than Parker had ever heard Miho say at one go, ever. Even in Japanese. "Okaaaay. //Understood. No cookies for them.//" She ordered an apple pie, and a chocolate pie, then grinned suddenly. "//I'm taking cookies to Barbossa. Want to come with me?"

Miho looked thoughtful. "//Momma says pirates have cooties and good little ninjas should stay away from them or stab them. But yes please pirate yay!//" She bounced.

Parker grinned suddenly. "//You're welcome. And-- hold still.//" She got out her phone, and snapped a photo of Miho.

So dead when this wore off. Better put it on the internet ASAP...

Miho had no idea what had just happened, but she impulsively flung herself at Parker and hugged her knees. "//You're nice, Parker.//"

"Ack ack ack ack--" Parker flailed and didn't move. God knew what might happen if she did. "Domo arigato. Off. //Okay. That's nice. We go now?//"

Miho let go and bounced gleefully. "//Yeah yeah let's go see the pirate! And have pie!//"

"Awesome. //Let's go!//"

Miho expectantly held up her hand to Parker, 'cause she was but little and might get lost.

"Oh, all right...." Parker took her by the hand and muttered to herself, then stopped to hand over the bag of cookies. "//You carry this. Don't eat them all before we get there.//"

Miho, of course, immediately started trying to figure out how to open the bag and eat the cookies with only one hand. She was sure she could do it before they got there.

After a busy afternoon of playing in the Park, Jimmy and Azzy wanted cookies! Well, Jimmy wanted cookies and Azzy thought cookies were a very good idea and being with Jimmy was an even better idea so he'd come along.

So this is how it came to be that two small boys, one dark haired and wingless the other winged with golden, angelic curls came tumbling through the door.

"I won, I won!" Jimmy crowed as he picked himself up and helped Azzy to his feet.

Giggling, they trotted to the counter did not, did too!ing all the way.

Parker gave them a jaundiced look, and stepped back. They weren't speaking Japanese. And they weren't looking at her. Ergo, they were not her problem. Ha.

When they reached the counter, Azzy tilted his head back to look up at the big person who'd just stepped away, and then his face erupted into a beaming smile.

"Parker!" he said happily. "Immy wants cookies. Wanna cookie?"

Parker raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Who's Immy? Speak slower, so I can understand you. And what's the magic word?"

Yeah, she can be Hall Monitor if they're going to be talking to her.

"'Arker, Arker!" Jimmy crowed delighted and he ran over and made the effort to hug on her leg.

"Hi, hi, 'Arker!"

"NO hugging." God knew where they'd been. And if one started, they all would. She frowned at him, looking from the little blond cherub to the brown-haired boy. "Jimmy. Got it. Hi. Do you boys have money for sugar to hype yourselves up on?"

The no hugging announcement was too late to catch Azzy, who wrapped his arms around Parker's other leg before letting go and running back to the counter.

"Parker wanna cookie! An Immy!" he announced to the person behind the counter. Then, remembering her question about magic words, added, "Pease!"

Apparently he wasn't concerned about the money.

Jimmy's lower lip quivered and he looked up at Parker with huge dark eyes that somehow managed to wibble in that uniquely liquid way of small children ~~or Pixar Shrek characters.~~

He even added in a little sniff and then held up his small arms absolutely plaintively.

Parker remained unmoved. Because God knew she'd done this enough as a small child. "No. I don't hug. You know that." Her voice was stern but not harsh. "Hug your buddy. He likes that."

To soften the no-hugging-- and after wiping off her leg with a napkin-- she went up to the counter and ordered a huge chocolate ice cream sheet cake. "Don't say I don't care about you. People who don't care don't buy you nice things."

Jimmy looked very confused and then he shook his head.

"Dunwan t'ings. Wan' 'ugs." He said but as Parker seemed pretty firm on the no hugging rule, he turned and took little Azzy's hand.

They could go find hugs and little Jimmy didn't feel like a cookie anymore so he tugged his little winged friend and headed on back out the door in search of hugs!

Poor ducks.

Azzy's wings fluttered as he looked at Jimmy, and then hurried over to make up for the lack of Parker-hugs by hugging the dark-haired boy himself.

"Ankoo, Parker," he said, beaming up at her even though she didn't want to hug anybody, as Jimmy pulled him out the door.

"You're welcome," Parker called after them. Ah, well. More cake for Barbossa, then.

Jeff, God of Biscuits: afternoon

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