[ oh that is the Mom Voice. He remembers that voice. He winces a little before looking up at her. His mother hasn't used that voice on him for a while. It's weird for an adult to tell him he can say no. He always got in trouble for that before. ]
... I don't... want a bird to get stuck trying to get the feathers and stuff for nesting materials...
[ His tone is somewhere between hesitant and petulant. It's probably not a big deal. It would probably be fine... but the thought bothers him. At least with the door closed nothing can get in either. ]
( she isn't used to having a large garden she can decorate, and it probably shows. and with vash no longer... being able to help, she has to get into that.
they aren't close enough for much physical affection, but she still stays with him. )
... Pavlova Cookie? While we're in this world, so long as you and your father are in this house, you both have a say in things. Alright? So... you can tell me what you do or don't like. I promise to try and accommodate.
I don't know much about houses... but I know a lot about gardens.
[ Obviously. He's only known gardens. He wouldn't know where to start suggesting anything for the house. That and his fear of incurring her wrath is why he's been on eggshells about house rules up to now.
... He hasn't let go of her hand. He's not sure how he'd feel about a hug but this... was okay for now. ]
I've never had a room before though, I like my room.
[ this is the one thing he is sure about with houses. He likes having his own space. ]
I know about plants, and how to cultivate and care for them, but not gardens. Isn't that silly? ... Pure Vanilla Cookie started the garden for the house, and I made the sun room here. But I think... they're different. So I'll take any advice you can offer.
And... ( she falters a bit before gently mussing his hair, is it too much? aaa. ) ... No matter what, your room is yours. We'll always have a spot for you here.
It's different 'cause with a garden you have to worry about what goes where and how the plants will get along with each other.
[ ... He means if one will choke out the others. That is just a very cute way of putting it. ]
I helped Master design parts of her garden, and I helped with some stuff outside too to make it look better for cookies traveling close by. Makes it easier to find.
[ ... He doesn't remember it now- that was done after the cliff incident.
--Ah he isn't expecting the hair ruffle, but she'll notice that the airy and light meringue that had been his hair translated over into soft, fine strands.
He allows it, though he seems to pout about it. He sighs after, looking over to the cage. ]
You really are a lot like her...
[ Clearly not Eternal Sugar. He looks somewhere between frustrated and lonely. ]
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... I don't... want a bird to get stuck trying to get the feathers and stuff for nesting materials...
[ His tone is somewhere between hesitant and petulant. It's probably not a big deal. It would probably be fine... but the thought bothers him. At least with the door closed nothing can get in either. ]
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( she isn't used to having a large garden she can decorate, and it probably shows. and with vash no longer... being able to help, she has to get into that.
they aren't close enough for much physical affection, but she still stays with him. )
... Pavlova Cookie? While we're in this world, so long as you and your father are in this house, you both have a say in things. Alright? So... you can tell me what you do or don't like. I promise to try and accommodate.
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[ Obviously. He's only known gardens. He wouldn't know where to start suggesting anything for the house. That and his fear of incurring her wrath is why he's been on eggshells about house rules up to now.
... He hasn't let go of her hand. He's not sure how he'd feel about a hug but this... was okay for now. ]
I've never had a room before though, I like my room.
[ this is the one thing he is sure about with houses. He likes having his own space. ]
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And... ( she falters a bit before gently mussing his hair, is it too much? aaa. ) ... No matter what, your room is yours. We'll always have a spot for you here.
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[ ... He means if one will choke out the others. That is just a very cute way of putting it. ]
I helped Master design parts of her garden, and I helped with some stuff outside too to make it look better for cookies traveling close by. Makes it easier to find.
[ ... He doesn't remember it now- that was done after the cliff incident.
--Ah he isn't expecting the hair ruffle, but she'll notice that the airy and light meringue that had been his hair translated over into soft, fine strands.
He allows it, though he seems to pout about it. He sighs after, looking over to the cage. ]
You really are a lot like her...
[ Clearly not Eternal Sugar. He looks somewhere between frustrated and lonely. ]