Outside Luke's, Saturday afternoon

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After spending much of the morning flinging himself full speed up and down the stairs around the island with Val leaping after him frantically to keep up/probably yelling at him to be more careful, Eliot decided it was time to spend some time relaxing.

So he picked an awning he rather liked, shoved a battered copy of meta for Treasure Island down the back of his pants, and climbed up on one of the outdoor tables to get into reach of one of the supports.

He loved reading. He especially liked to do so in extremely awkward and hard to get to places. They made it way harder for Gertie to come bug him and get him in trouble for not playing with her.

He lost his grip trying to swing his legs up around the support beam, and barely managed to break his fall by grabbing onto one of the closed umbrellas leaning against the wall. Momentum carried him and the umbrella down to the cobblestones with a thud, and he lay there for a moment staring up at the awning.

"Ow."

Then he grinned, jumped back up, and tried it again.

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"No traffic," Parker agreed, nodding hard. "No grown-ups yelling. Did you go down to the diner yet? They have really good food." She paused, and asked, curious, "Do you have a dad? I don't."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"No dad," Alec agreed. "The mom in my last family said that my birth certificate if blank there. She said that means I'm a bastard, so I had to work extra hard for salvation."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"My mom called my dad a bastard sometimes," Parker said, frowning. "What's salvation?" Parker's religion was pretty much Godless Heathen.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Goin' to heaven," Alec explained promptly. "You gotta accept Jesus as your lord an' savior an' do good works an' live a righteous life an' then when you die, you go to heaven to be with Jesus an' all the little baby angels."