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[nineteenfortyfive]

It's cute.

[givingback]

just tell me if you know what it is.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You just want your mother to type "shit with eyes," don't you?

[givingback]

[ Bree laughs so hard before she can even reply. ]

I mean, who knows if you really understood what those things were or not.

[ Brianna's young, she learns things quickly, she's got this. ]

Glad you confirmed it for me.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're welcome.

Now you have to tell me who the cutest boy is here.

[givingback]

And have you go interrogate him?

No, sorry.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Oh, please. You can make up a name. Just tell me what he looks like.

[givingback]

His eyes are blue. Really blue. And he has this really cute, shy smile.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Bree's dated before, so Claire's not terribly alarmed yet about her talking about a cute boy.]

And?

[givingback]

And he has dirty blonde hair. He's nice, and we talked a lot about fate, I may have quoted Hemingway at him.

[ She smiles fondly. ]

Anyway, that's enough for now, I think. I don't want to jinx it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Good lord. She really is Frank's daughter in some regards...]

I see. Well, you let me know if I need to set an extra place at the dinner table.

[givingback]

I don't think our dinner table can fit another person.

[nineteenfortyfive]

The boys can always eat in their rooms.

[givingback]

and you'd be cooking?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Yes.

I'm not that bad, am I?

[givingback]

No, I just like giving you a hard time since you weren't really home at night to cook that much.

You're making up for it though with secret midnight pancakes.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Secret midnight pancakes that are just for us.

[givingback]

Good. I never want that to change.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I think some might happen tonight, in fact.

[givingback]

well, you know where to find me if they do.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I do think eating the pancakes in the kitchen is dangerous. We might be found out.

[givingback]

I think midnight pancakes in my room would be just as good.

[nineteenfortyfive]

My room. I have the bigger bed.

[givingback]

Deal.

[ And she doesn't even wait for the pancakes to be ready, she just goes into Claire's room and curls up on the bed around her pillows like she's a little kid again. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[WELL THEN. Claire hears those footsteps into her room, and smiles to herself as she gets the pancakes ready. No chocolate chips this time, just pancakes and syrup, and two big glasses of milk. Because why not?

In proper mom fashion, she comes in with a tray with all of this precariously balanced, and laughs when she spots Bree.]

My, don't you look comfortable.