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Chilly Boulder, Late Sunday Morning

There were children. There were children everywhere, and at least two of them belonged to Ada Miller and had daddies with a sweet tooth. And one of them in particular really needed time with Ada.

It was only surprising they hadn't ended up here earlier.

"Okay, 'm paying, just don't order more'n you can eat."

[OOC: for some in particular, and open post!]

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"But what if I can eat everything they have?" Janie asked, her eyes huge.

"Can you eat everything?" Ada asked, grinning at the younger girl. "...Why do I even ask that, Dante's your daddy, of course you can probably eat it all, just maybe not before it melts."

"Let's start with just a couple, we can get more later, I promise."

"Better not be lying," Janie sighed, sinking back in her seat.

She was managing to keep her glances at her mother at just that - glances.

Mostly.

"Lying's for Townies, not family, you know that," Ada said, pulling out her wallet. Well, someone else's wallet that was now hers. "What do y'want to start, Janie-love? One of those Skywalker things?"

"The biggest one," Janie said immediately. "Dad got me pancakes, you've gotta do better than that."

"Your daddy made pancakes, and they were edible?" Ada laughed, before going up to the counter to place their order. The biggest of the big ones for Janie, and Ada was just going to start with a banana split. And some large drinks, too.

She was aware of the little glances, but didn't pay them much mind. A few moments later she was back with the drinks, while the employees worked on their requests. "An' one root beer float, too."

"Kathy made 'em," Janie said, snickering. "But he gave 'em."

She drank in Ada the whole time she was at the counter. The way she moved, the way she talked.

"Oh good, then I don't gotta watch you for food poisoning," Ada said, setting her own float down on the table. "Scoot over? I wanna sit with you, if'n that's okay."

She remembered how desperately Janie had wanted contact the last time, but didn't want to assume that was still the case.

"'s okay," Janie said, scooting the least possible amount she could and still leave space for Ada.

Yeah, 'course it was.

Look at that, a convenient amount of space just right for Ada to slide in and sit down, right snug with Janie.

"They'll bring us our ice cream in a snap," she promised, picking up her drink again. "Cheers. Here's to us getting so full of sugar that Dante's gonna want to run and hide. Or sulk, 'cause we didn't share none."

"Maybe we should put some on my face before we go to see him, so he'll know," Janie said, and oh-so-subtly leaned into Ada.

(It wasn't subtle at all.)

It wasn't.

"Better idea," Ada said, eyes sparkling as she reached into her coat pocket to pull out her phone right as their ice cream arrived and was set in front of them. "Lean in a bit more, okay?"

Was she going to take a picture of both of them cuddled-up together with their towers of ice cream and send it to Dante? Yes, yes she was.

"Okay," Janie said, cuddling even closer, until she managed to slide herself under Ada's arm.

Admittedly, Ada also had a selfish reason for wanting the picture, beyond taunting Dante with sugar. She'd had her favorite pictures from the last times she'd had children printed out on nice photo paper, and they were in a little book, in the bottom of her steamer trunk.

"Here we go," she said, holding up the phone and snapping the picture, before sending it off to Dante. "...your daddy let you have a phone yet, Janie-love? Or are we gonna go get you a prepaid emergency one while you're here?"

If it made Janie happy, Ada'd do pretty much anything for her. But a phone was easy, if she didn't have one yet; it might make her feel a bit more comfortable knowing she could find Dante and Ada at any time, she could take all the not-subtle pictures she wanted, and it might even work once she went home.

"Nope," Janie muttered. "No phones."

Good luck getting her to stop clinging to you now, though, Ada.

"Well, then, I'm gonna spoil you an' if your daddy don't like it that's too damn bad," Ada said cheerfully, sliding her left arm around Janie's waist while she dug into her ice cream. "You're here, so I make th' decisions."

Clinging was fine. Good luck getting Ada to stop cuddling you, Janie.

Ada loved both these little girls so much that it felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest. But Zia at least had a mama that was mostly-there. Janie... hadn't. The first time she'd visited. Ada couldn't fix it, she couldn't stop it, but she could give both of them every little drop of affection and attention that they wanted, and try to give them both a good weekend with an Ada who could walk un-aided, and knew their names and their favorite colors and anything else they'd told her once, without needing to repeat themselves.

"Don't think he's gonna care," Janie said, "Got enough family t' smack him if he does."

"He cares," Ada promised with a faint smile. "He always cares, even when he pretends otherwise. He just ain't always great at articulating it."

"I know Kat can usually talk sense into him, though."

"'n if she can't, Lady and Trish'll yell," Janie said. "I know. 's funny."

"I ain't met Lady or Trish yet," Ada said, taking another bite of her ice cream. "--but I hope I get t' soon, if they're that willing to holler at him. They sound interesting."

"Lady looks like Kathy but she's waaaay tougher," Janie said, and tucked a whole spoonful into her mouth. "Trish looks like gramma."

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