Arms Hotel, Saturday [4/24]

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When Ellie woke up today, all she wanted to do was watch cartoons and eat a breakfast consisting of cookies. Then she remembered she was supposed to be responsible. That meant drinking regular milk with cookies instead of chocolate. There was also the whole thing where she was supposed to help people at the hotel.

But, being seven-years-old, she was not going to sit still behind a desk, answering phones. Not when there was exploring to be done! Besides, she was hungry and there was a grumpy chef who did not want to deal with a crying child. That would be why she could have as many pancakes as she wanted with lots of syrup.

Ooh, and maybe she could sneak into one of the rooms to watch cartoons after all!

[no ocd, but very much open!]

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Noah was four, so he didn't know where to find breakfast, and he'd already failed once. But he knew that sometimes Outside had fun stuff. So he'd run down through town (but looked both ways before crossing streets like his mommy told him to) and just looked in doorways until he found a building that had a friend in it.

"Hi Ellie!" he shrieked, waving frantically.

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"Hi hi hi!" Ellie replied, waving equally as frantically. "Want some pancakes?"

She pointed at her plate full of them.

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"Okay!" Noah yelled, running over to join in the pancake joy. "Where'd you get pancakes?"

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"The mean chef made 'em for me." She then lowered her voice to a near whisper. "Made him think I would cry if I didn't get pancakes. Works alla time."

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"Grownups get scared of crying," Noah agreed wisely. "My mommy gives me stuff so I won't make a skeen. I dunno how to do that but she's scared of it."

He meant 'make a scene' but whatever.

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"Grownups are afraid we'll 'barrass them," Ellie giggled.

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"I dunno how to 'barrass anyone," Noah decided. "But if you yell, sometimes you get stuff too. S'as good as crying but s'not babyish, too."

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"Ooooh, yelling is a good idea," Ellie said, nodding. "I am good at that. And nagging. That works, too."

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"What's a nagging?" Noah wondered.

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"Telling people what to do til they do it." In other words, being bossy.

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"Bossy," Noah said with a tiny pout. "My mommy doesn't listen when I do that."

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"My brother listens when I do." Not always. "My daddy always says I am persistent. Whatever that means."

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"I think it's like a 'sistant, so you prolly are a good helper," Noah decided completely wrongly.

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"I am a good helper!" Ellie confirmed proudly. "I help out around my house alla time. Mostly by helping take care of my little brother."

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"Me too! But I don't got a little brother. Or a little sister." Yet. "But I'm the best at helping!"

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"And I'm the best at helping myself to pancakes," Ellie gigged just as she was starting to get syrup all over herself. "Bet you're good at that, too."

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"I'm really good," Noah decided, adding more syrup to his own pancakes. And to the table. And floor. "You're the best at being pretty!"

Even at four, little Noah Puckerman was pretty smooth.

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"Thank you," Ellie said politely. She might have even blushed a weetiny bit. "And you have the best hair."

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"I know," Noah said happily, patting his hair with a sticky, syrupy hand. "I'm kinna rock 'n roll."

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"You totes are!" Ellie agreed. "And I bet the syrup will make the hair stick up more."

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"Prolly!" Noah agreed, getting his hand stickier and trying to make his hair stick up more with it.

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Ellie grinned. "That looks good!"

Of course, this was the opinion of a seven-year-old.

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Surprisingly, there was actually only so long that Chuck could plant himself in front of a common room TV before he got bored and lonely enough to search out some person-shaped entertainmement.

In this case, 'person' could be substituted for 'sister', and Chuck had brought himself in to see Ellie at the hotel.

"Pancakes!" But seeing his sister was eclipsed by food, apparently. Ah well.

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"Yes, lots of them!" Ellie said happily. "You better have some, Chuck. You need to eat!"

Yes, even as a wee child, Ellie is over protective of her little brother.

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Chuck nodded eagerly. He was not about to turn down that possibility. Noooo way.

"Whatcha got with 'em?" he asked, leaning up against the table to take a look.

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"Lotsa syrup!" Ellie replied, offering a fork. "They're really really really goood. The mean chef made 'em!"

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Chuck frowned, peering around in case mean chef was still about. "He all mean to you?" Not that Chuck could do anything about that, but he didn't much like it either.

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"Sometimes," Ellie replied. "He's just a grumpy old man. But he makes really good food. He even cooks better than Daddy does."

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"Really?" Chuck's mouth rounded into a little 'o' and his interest in the pancakes perked up again. Enough so that he climbed onto a nearby chair so he could steal some off the edge of Ellie's plate.

Such a lovely brother, nabbing her food. Maybe she wouldn't mind.

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Ellie giggled. "You don't hafta steal, silly. I was gonna share!"

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Chuck mumbled something that was probably 'but just in case', through a mouthful of pancake.

"S'good," he added a moment later when he wasn't chewing quite so much. "Gots a 'nother one?"

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"Be careful, Chuck," Ellie nagged warned. "And yes, you can have another."

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"Not gonna choke on it," Chuck promised as he reached for a pancake of his own from the stack. "You worries sooo much."

What she should worry about was the amount of sugar in all this, and how hyped up that would make him.

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Sean had woken up in his hotel room and promptly indulged in some jumping on the bed. Hey, his mother wasn't around to tell him not to, so of course he was going to do it.

After that, he'd decided he was hungry. Onward!

He wandered into the lobby, looking around. No breakfast. But there was that mean grumpy chef. Maybe Sean could get food from him!

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"Hiiiiii!" Ellie greeted, waving. "Looking for breakfast?"

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"Uh-huh." Sean nodded. "Did the mean chef guy make us anything?"

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"He made lotsa pancakes with lotsa syrup," Ellie replied. "There might be waffles, too."

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"Ooh!" Sean scampered off to raid the food. And sure enough, he was back a couple minutes later with a plate of waffles. Tucked under his arm was a bottle of syrup. A liberal amount of butter had already been put on and under the pancakes.

Oh thank God his arteries were temporarily young, too, or they'd be hating him for this.

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Ellie saw that he had successfully scored some food and gave him a thumbs up sign.

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He had enough sense to find a place to set things down before returning the thumbs up, thankfully, or it would've been disastrous.

"I don't think that guy likes us very much... but he did make pancakes and waffles..." This was a tough call, really.

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"He made 'em so we don't bother him," Ellie snickered.