J,GoB, Sunday Morning

[mustbeawitch]

It was Easter morning, which meant that of course Lydia and her children were definitely going to church after this. No, really. You couldn't miss church on Easter.

They just needed to fortify themselves first. With pastry. A serious conversation was underway at their table about whether or not cats went to church. George thought they didn't, but Kit pointed out that Aunt Kitty did, so there, and Lydia couldn't say she was wrong. Lydia, for her part, would have said cats didn't eat croissants, but Kit's little familiar was proving her decidedly wrong on that point.

(Open bakery is open!)

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had no plans on going to church. Ever, if he could help it.

He was, however, coming out for pastries, because apparently this void child had an appetite for them.

[voidbb]

"Oh, can I get a chocolate thing? And a cinnamon thing? And a thing with apples?"

"Yes, of course," Jon said. Look, he was just going to humor them. Hopefully this would be over soon.

[mustbeawitch]

"Good morning, Mr. Sims," Lydia greeted him politely. "And, ah..."

There were two children and a kitten staring at Jon's void child, and Lydia would be very curious to know what George's more demon-y eyes were seeing there, but not enough to ask, good Lord, no.

"And...your friend? May I introduce my...potential future children?" Still a phrase she couldn't believe she was uttering. "This is George and Catherine Wickham, and Kit's familiar, Amherst, of course."

"Mew," said Amherst, not very convincingly.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon gave Amherst a confused look, but he wasn't going to call anyone out on pretending.

"Yes, um. This is my...well, this is Nex. They're apparently a...sort of a child?"

"Hi!" Nex said, very enthusiastically, bouncing on their sort-of-legs and waving. "I followed Jon the Archivist and John the Librarian, and they're helping me learn to be human!"

"Yes, well. Um." Jon remained convinced this was the worst idea. What kind of model human was he?

"Chocolate is an important part of it!"

[weetinyhellspawn]

"You don't have to be human, you know," Kit told Nex very seriously. "We're only half."

"Well," George began, and then stopped as he tried to work out what percent human they were, considering that their father was a demon, but he was wearing a human's body.

Kit ignored that and added, "And Amherst's a cat! He hasn't even got a boy shape yet like Aunt Kitty had a girl shape before she didn't have a cat shape. You really need to get on that," she told Amherst, and then turned her attention back to Nex. "But chocolate is important."

[voidbb]

"Sometimes I am not!" Nex declared, and went a bit more...dinosaurish. "But I like having arms and thumbs and ears!" They went back to humanish. "And I'm working on legs. Legs are hard!" Theirs were a bit more like tentacles right now.

[weetinyhellspawn]

"Shapes are hard for some folk," George said with a sage nod. "You'll figure it out."

[voidbb]

"Yay!" Nex bounced. "Did you have to figure it out, too?"

Jon came back with a chocolate croissant and a cinnamon apple muffin, which Nex utterly ignored in favor of the new people.

[weetinyhellspawn]

"No," George admitted. "I was born in a boy shape and Kit was born in a girl shape, 'cause Mama's a witch and Papa's got a human body now. But some people in our family are different. Papa didn't used to have a body and he says the world was a lot to get used to, once he did. Aunt Kitty used to be a cat and then she had a girl shape and a cat shape, and now she's just got her lady shape. And Aunt Georgiana's cursed and she turns into an owl." As one did. "None of them are like you, though, I think." Probably Wickham was the closest.

Don't be like Wickham, Nex.

[voidbb]

What was Wickham? Was it fun?

"There's so much everything!" Nex agreed, bouncing. "But it's all so interesting!"

They finally saw their pastries, and squealed excitedly before taking up the chocolate croissant and whirling around in a circle before holding it up to their face.

"Thank you, Archivist Jon!"

Jon sighed. "You're welcome." He would prefer a different form of address, but at least someone had taught them manners. (What was he thinking? At least some other version of him had taught them manners; it almost certainly wasn't Constantine.)

[weetinyhellspawn]

"You get used to it," George confided with the wisdom of one who assumed he was older. "Mama brings us here sometimes for shopping and such. You can't get food like this back home."

Because 19th century England.

"Especially chocolate."

[voidbb]

"Choooocolate!" Nex hugged their croissant.