fandomtownies | Mauvaise Chance Apartments Lobby, [7/20]

Cally had set up shop behind the lobby counter/desk again, flipping through a catalog of toys for young children. It was going to be not too long before little Nicholas Tyrol turned one years of age. It wasn't going to be a big affair. He was going to be one after all. He'd not remember a thing. Which was a good thing, given all the crap the kid had gone through before he even was six months.

But she loved her little boy. On New Caprica, those days where she hated everything about her life and what it had become, she still had him (and she still had Galen, but she was blocking that from her mind). And on some of those New Caprican days, because of little Nicky, life seemed absolutely magical.

Today, though, she wondered what exactly she should get him. The boy had a fondness for crackers, playing with cellphones, and staring confusedly at strangers. Which made him hard to buy for.

She was having trouble deciding on a gift, yes. So any interruptions would be good before she bought the whole catalog.

[ooc: OCD free and open! I'm not basing Nicky's behaviour off my neice. Rly.]