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[...this is what parents feel like.

Saul presses his lips together hard to keep from laughing, but there's no hiding the amused twinkle in his eye.]

Stan, uh —

[AW CRAP NO he's laughing.

Ah, well. He tried.]

[lazyinlove]

[Ow. That...ow. And-ugh! He finally gets some peanut butter, and it's in his hair. The look on his face is probably a bit comical in it's sheer misery. That is so unfair.

He doesn't actually trust his voice to come out properly at the moment to tell Saul to fuck off, so he settles for a glare. Peace, meanwhile, pets his head consolingly while she licks at the bread and gets peanut butter all over her face. Awwwyeah.]

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[Okay, okay. The moment's passed and now Saul feels a little bad, so he holds up a finger to indicate: Wait.

Then disappears again.

Returns.

Again.

With a napkin (actually, five) and another sandwich.

To Peace:] This is for Stan, okay? No putting it in anyone's hair.

[lazyinlove]

[Hair? Stanley has hair. Peace grabs a fistful of it and holds it out for Saul, the picture of seriousness. Go ahead, man, there's plenty.

Stan grunts at the tug but doesn't really react beyond that. He's still gathering his inner resources here. That hurt, dude.

Still, something important needs to be addressed here, and since his eyes are still too blurry to tell, he'd better just communicate it.]

No milk, ok? She...no milk.

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Peace...

[Kids.

Why kids?

Why.]

Is she lactose intolerant?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, it-ah. You know. Bad idea. Cinnamon too. Gives her a rash.

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No cinnamon ice cream, then.

[Tch.]

That's a shame. I love that stuff.

[lazyinlove]

Didn't know it existed.

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I'll have to find some for you sometime. Now, go on — eat up.