The Perk, Saturday Morning

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

It had taken Sarah Louise a little while to get out of the weird glowy house, but she had gotten out, and then there was cake!

Well, there still was cake. She just couldn't quite reach it. "Gimme," she called, poking at the glass display, "Gimme!" A pause. "All of it, please."

She heard people were better at giving you things if you said please.

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[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Diane! Hi!" Wee Dale said into his playskool tape recorder as he marched into the perk. "It's me again! Dale! I'm going to have 'offee! And doooooughnuts. I like doughnuts. And then I have to watch cartoons because it's Saturday and that's the law."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Sarah squinted at him from where she was standing and still not getting any cookies. Which was stupid. "Who's Diane?" she demanded, "Does she have cookies? Where are the doughnuts?"

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Diane's my friend! She listens to everything I say and puts it in a compooter," Dale said with a firm nod and holding up his microphone. "She might have cookies but she's not here."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"So why isn't she here?" Sarah asked, poking at the glass display again to make her point. "They won't give me cake!"

[doubleohblonde]

Another girl. What was with all the girls this morning? "'lo," Jamie said through his fringe.

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"Yo," G'Kar a cool wave to the other kid.

[doubleohblonde]

Jamie nodded back. "Morning."

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"Seen many others around?" he asked. "I haven't yet."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Sarah crossed her arms and gave him an almighty Look.

She felt it was almighty, anyway. "Hi!"

[doubleohblonde]

Jamie shoved his hands in his pockets for want of something to do with them. "I'm Jamie."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I'm Sarah Louise," she said, smartly, her own hands flopping somewhere along her pants. "But people just call me Sarah 'cause that's kinda long, yeah?"

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

Breakfast! G'Kar wanted some breakfast, but all he could find in that apartment was ... healthly-looking stuff. Eww, gross! Who wanted that junk?

Donuts sounded good. Ooh! Or those those frosting covered, creme-filled things.

Maybe this place had that kind of stuff.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"You!" Sarah called, unabashedly, "Do you know how to get to the cookies? They're trapped."

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

He looked around and spotted the cookies. "They're not trapped," he replied, "You're just too small to reach them." G'Kar climbed up on a chair and easily, well, just with a bit of stretching, got a handful of cookies out of the case.

"Here," he held them out to her, "have some. I can have one too, right?" He still hadn't had breakfast yet, so he was kind of hungry.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Sarah squinted at him with some suspicion. "I'm not sure you're supposed to do that," she said, and promptly grabbed two. "Be careful!"

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

While there were plenty of Charlotte-sized things in the closets that morning, those things weren't nearly as fun as some of the growed-up things she found there and was currently wearing as she shuffled those...Man...Manol...Manhole Banananik shoes into the coffee shop. Coffee was for growed-ups, she knew, but today, Charlotte had on a long string of pearls, and a pretty scarf over her head, and those neat shoes, and a really cool purse that was about the size of her head, so she was pretending to be a growed-up, and coffee shops were where they went, and maybe they'd give her some hot cocoa with LOTS of whipped cream and she can pretend it was a growed-up coffee.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Sarah squinted at the girl who had just walked in. "Tha's a really big bag," she said, her southern accent audible. "You gonna be careful with that?"

Dad used the word 'careful' a lot.

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte's head bobbled a little as she nodded, holding the bag a little closer, in a way that showed it off better. "Uh-huh," she said. "It's a..." A pause a moment as she struggled to remember exactly what it was on the label. "Pah-rah-da. That's really fancy,and it's what growed-ups have."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Another moment's narrowing of the eyes. Then Sarah bounded towards the new girl for a good poke at the bag. "It's really, really big," she pointed out, "I never knew no grown-ups with big bags like that."

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale spotted Charlotte in the coffee shop and waved shyly at her. "Hi, Charlotte," he said almost in a whisper.

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte gave a shy little smile back, waving her hand a little. "Hi, Dale," she said quietly back before she shifted her foot a little to show off one of the oversized shoes she'd been shuffling around in. "Like my new shoes? They're Bananaliks."

They were pink with a little buckle, so they even matched her dress. There were plenty of Charlotte-sized shoes to match it, sure, but those weren't as fun as the big people shoes she found.

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"They're purty," Dale said fidgeting with his tie before lifting up his own shoe. "Mine are just black. Not made of bananas."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Lee HAD TO HAD TO HAD TO wandered in early Saturday morning, wanting pastries and some coffee.

He nodded towards the child in the shop already but otherwise, didn't pay much attention.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"You!" She pointed one big almost grown-up finger at his face, "Get me cake!" Was she forgetting something? She was forgetting something-- "Please?!"

It sounded more like a demand than a plea.

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Get you cake?" Lee asked, amused despite himself. He looked down at the kid. "For breakfast?"