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Graveyard: Saturday Night
After getting some food and ice cream with Sokka, Mistake and Loo and then gathering her other brood with Barney from Caritas, Mel thought it would be a swell idea to show the kids how fun it would be to patrol a graveyard.
Yes... her maternal instincts may need a bit of work.
"Remember kids! You find anything undead you let mommy slay it!" she called out. "And no Mistake, I haven't forgotten that I'm not your mom. Robin! We're only stabbing undead. Not the ugly. RON! Stop hugging that tree!"
This could be an interesting evening.
[Open to graveyard crawling kidlets and their so-called parents]
Yes... her maternal instincts may need a bit of work.
"Remember kids! You find anything undead you let mommy slay it!" she called out. "And no Mistake, I haven't forgotten that I'm not your mom. Robin! We're only stabbing undead. Not the ugly. RON! Stop hugging that tree!"
This could be an interesting evening.
[Open to graveyard crawling kidlets and their so-called parents]

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"...now spells can be very useful but you should probably let me do those because Daddy gets all weird about magic. Oh! And, uh, magic can be very dangerous and we have to be careful and it's probably for grownups even though Mommy started when she was still in high school and it's a tiny bit silly for people to suggest that doesn't come in handy in a world where followers of someone with warm weather issues could possibly try to cause trouble, and this doesn't even get into the knee-jerk stereotyping that, if she were alive, would totally make me want to kick her in the shin since thanks a lot but - uh - just stick close, okay? And don't lose your stake. There's a sweetie."
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"Might be a good idea not to brag about that, sweetie," Willow said, though it lacked conviction what with the pride in her tone.
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"Brothers," Melly corrected.
"Apparently Peter and I don't lack for things to do in our free time," Willow said.
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A small watertribe girl sticks her head out and waves at Willow and Melly.
"Hi Loo!"
Mel smirked. "She has her father's sense of humor."
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shehe wanders off and gets lost. "I think maybe one of the streets got mixed up," he observes.no subject
Mistake chuckled mischievously, and there were suddenly lots of potholes in their way.
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Have we met?And... Bron? Is that you?" Mel asked in disbelief. "You've gotten bigger."no subject
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