Cara's Apartment, Saturday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Chaperoning that dance last night had been a waste of her time in Cara's opinion, but given she hadn't been expected to do anything but watch, she was willing to concede it hadn't been entirely terrible. Now, having spend the day without any unwelcome interruptions, she sat sprawled out on the couch, flicking idly thorough take-out menus.

[For she that knows who she is]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Visitor?" Surreal sounded rather puzzled by the concept. "Oh DARKNESS tell me Tersa didn't decide to up and go mother you. I'm living at the Apprentice House now, if she got bored..." Or distracted.... "Just drink the milk to make her happy and I can be there by the end of the day."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara's lips twitched despite herself.

"No, it's not Tersa." Though Cara suspected she'd be thrilled if she was here, and there'd be better nutcakes. She look across to Lily. "Go on, then."

[kinda-surprise.livejournal.com]

"Mama, you want the green curry with lamb or yellow and chicken?" Lily asked, having already gone back to her take-out menus. "Mom says we can have nutcakes before dinner if you hurry up and get here."

[wrongkindofsith]

"See, not Tersa," Cara deadpanned. "I'm getting grilled pork and those fried fishcakes if that'll help make up your mind."