::skips a line on padd when lift doors open, ruining peace and quiet::
a sideway look of blame...as if the off key clarinet playing wasn't bad enough::
::shoves padd into pants pocket with a sigh, stepping ahead of wincing husband into corridor::
Kelsie, slap him
::blinks when baby hands smack both cheeks, losing train of song::
::quickly grabs the rat around the waist, yanking her down into a safer...for self...full body hold::
::glares at new company::
How'd you teach her that?
For that matter, who did you let her practice on?
::just shakes head at him, moving along to free granddaughter's arms, at least...he might need another slap::
::smiles at baby, almost indulging in a tickle::
::steps back fast::
I didn't think she would actually do it. I guess her human brain is moving faster than I thought.
...probably the Ocampan part.
::pushes way around, plucking kelsie_wildman
away from son::
::glares at him::
What did I tell you? No trying to walk and talk at the same time around her. It's too dangerous.
::crosses suddenly emptied arms::
::falls back to walk with slightly more loving mother, rolling eyes at cooing and giggles ahead::
She was almost ready to go down for the night. Any idea what this is about?
::heaves a sigh...a long, deep one::
I'm really not his favorite confidant any longer, Andrew.
::flares brows at the petulance
in that zinger::
::digs for reassurance, coming up with...nothing::
has been scarce lately::
Seven is kinda distracting, but I'm sure he'll come around soon enough. His attention span, you know...
::glances up from padd shuffling when doors open, immediately taking stock::
::suppresses groan...can't he at least prescribe hormone suppressants or something?::
::kicks back chair, rising and trying for the Voice of Authority::
All right, all right, I don't know who started it, but everybody stop it!
And this is why we don't do family reunions...well, this and constant close proximity...damn tin can of a ship.
::sniffs, dropping fist and settling on a discreet toe stomp::
::breezes past them all, tipping head toward linnis_paris
She started it, for future reference.
Maybe I should have phrased that differently. I don't care
who started it...
::does double take to linnis_paris
, who has seated herself primly in a chair and is being oddly quiet and...baby friendly::
::waits for everyone else
to sit, trying not to be too obvious in palm rubbing::
Sorry this is so late, but it's not exactly duty related and evening is the only time we can all seem to get together.
::shifts lap burden around, perking somewhat at the not duty related bit::
Is everything okay? If the Doctor has been holding out on me, I swear...
Relax, Doc, everything is fine.
::tries...and fails...to suppress grin::
Better than fine, actually, hence the reason for this impromptu little meeting...I thought everyone should know
since I can't breathe without at least one of you commentating...
I asked Seven to marry me.
Only about a month ago, but I guess for human girls...Borg girls...some decisions take time.
::looks to side, where mother sits in stony-faced silence::
::so much for that reassurance::
Just as well you weren't asking for opinions, I assume.
...was I supposed to?
I mean, if you want to pick out my socks, fine, but there are some things I'd prefer not to leave up to a community vote...
::follows grandson's pointed look::
::pinches bridge of nose::
I thought you liked Seven, sweetheart!
::clenches teeth, resisting the urge to kick andrewkim
...he just can't be happy unless anyone
else is in the hot seat::
's fine hair, modulating tones to bland indifference::
like Seven. I'm just not really certain...