Snippets And Conversations

Sick day

Disclaimer: One of us is British and the other teases. All jokes here!

 Larissa sniffled, wiping a hand down her face. The screen of her laptop burning her retinas, in her dark office. The school board was emailing her about her decision of expelling Tyler Galpin from her school a month prior. Apparently they didn't get the arson story he was going to "have his father hear about.". She still thought that was meant to hurt her feelings, but what can you do about bad impressions? She shrugged, looking over to see Wednesday close by, sleeping on her chaise lounge.

She didn't want the girl near her, because she felt a cold coming on. Sighing, she sent out her lengthy reply, closing the lid to her device. Leaning back, Weems closed her eyes only for a moment.

"Mama!" Wednesday shouted, making the shapeshift lunge forward in her seat. The sun is now lighting up the office. "Hungry!"

Closing her eyes again, Larissa leant her forehead on her palm, trying to regain her composure. The little raised one of her legs, trying to climb up into the caregivers lap.

"Sweetie, stay there." Weems stopped her effortlessly with one hand on her chest. "I don't want you catching this cold."

The little glared up at her with teary eyes, stomping her foot.

"But I wanna cuddle!"

"I know, baby. Not now."

Wednesday rolled her eyes, taking a few steps back away from the headmistress.

"You sound funny."

Sniffling, Larissa tried not to take it personally. "I am British, you know, love," She pulled out her overly cockney accent. Wednesday giggled, making the woman smirk.

"Cololinizer!" Wednesday shrieked, running into the apartment. Larissa laughed, standing up and following after her.

"Come here, dearie." She paused, sneezing. "On second thought, how does fish and chips sound for," She looked at her watch, "Brunch?"

Wednesday nodded, "You are gonna take my spices aren't you?"

"Why would I ever?" Larissa held a hand to chest. Wednesday rushed into the kitchen shutting the door behind her.

Larissa went to the restroom to blow her nose, leaving the girl alone for only a moment.

When she joined the goth in the kitchen again, Wednesday was dumping a whole box of Lipton tea into the sink full of water.

"Wednesday! This has gone too far, this is tea abuse!" Weems snatched the box, taking what she could salvage.

"Revolution!" Wednesday shouted, pumping her fist in the air.

Fighting the instinct to scoop up her daughter, Larissa pulled the plug on the murky water and watched (sorrowfully) as the tea went down the drain. She turned to look at the little.

"Darling, as funny as this is, we should get some lunch for you."

Wednesday hopped down from the stepstool by the sink, looking up at Weems.

"What's for lunch?"

The shapeshifter went over to the fridge, opening it up and scanning the inside contents.

"Ummm, salads?"

"Bleh! No."

"How about grilled cheese?" Wednesday narrowed her eyes. "With apple juice?"

"Deal." The little climbed up onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table, watching as Weems started taking out the few ingredients she needed.

Coughing into the back of her arm, Larissa sniffed again. Flipping the sandwich onto the plate, she handed it to the goth girl sitting at the bench.