Yes, love. Terribly sorry. I'm sure Uncle Lindsey has it all covered.
He *better*. Cause all yoe do is mop 'round and like totally mutter under yoer breat.
Terribly sorry about that, sweetheart. I'll explain it to you when your older.
Oh c'mon, Wes. Don't be such a grouch. It'll be fun! Alicia seems very bouncy.
I'm not grouchy, Willow. But even you must see the irony here. And I blame Lindsey giving the girls breakfast for their extreme bounciness. I don't sugar coated cornflakes, with extra sugar and a rather large mug of chocolate milk was very smart.
Yeah. Okay. I guess. ::Giggle::
Oh wow. That's like Xander with to many donuts. Lindsey gets to watch them today huh?
Oh. You can *count* on that.
No question! This is Los Angeles, man... we'd celebrate days ending in 'Y' with steaks and beer if we were allowed. *grin*
The, ah, blond blur that used to be the girls? My bad. I'll make sure they don't climb any walls.
But...all day's end in 'Y'? You really are a strange fellow. There *will* be REAL beer, right?
Make sure you do. And no, we will not be getting a swimming pool in our backyard, no matter how cute they look at you.
Hence my point. ;-) Warm and cold running beer, lemonade for the girls... we are set to party!
Not even one of those little inflatable ones, huh?
Hey, is it just my imagination, or does Cordy seem a little jumpy to you? (You'd tell me if she was still miffed at me, right?)
Party. Yes, of course, party. Wait. Running beer? Did you hire a caterer?
How little? And how deep?
Ah. Uhm. First of, it's not you. Before we go down that route again. She's not still miffed at you. But ah, there are some issues. I can't tell you about them without breaching Cordy's confidence. She will tell you soon enough. Or I will.
Don't worry about it. It'll be fine.
Don't worry, we'll do something for the Queen's birthday too. *nod* Ha! No, no, figure of speak, I promise! Corporate evil doesn't pay that well.
Alicia-sized? We wouldn't want to make the neighbours jealous, would we? ;-)
That's... actually pretty reassuring. Thanks, Wes. Whenever she's ready, I'm all ears.
::Raises eyebrow:: I'm not sure if you're mocking me now. Then who was this chap I just saw stomping through our kitchen carrying an enormous tray of...food?
It *is* rather hot, isn't it? We...uh...we wont be able to-to swim in it, wont we?
Thank you. Oh and when she does tell you? *Promise* me that you wont laugh.
I mean it. Not like you did when I told you my...problem. ::stern look::
Only a little bit. (He's just delivering. There's no way I'm staying cooped up in the kitchen when you guys are out back having fun. And I told him not to stomp...)
Probably not without looking a little bit ridiculous. But I can think of plenty of fun ways to cool down.
We still have some ice cubes left, don't we?
I won't, I won't!
Anyway, that was a laugh of relief! I thought you were through with me, Wes.
Waitaminute... if this talk has to do with any parts of Cordy being fake, my world view is gonna spin, man.
Hey, I was thinking. I still owe you guys a proper romantic type dinner, but I'm running out of excuses to keep Cordy out of the closet where the you-know-what's are hidden. I don't suppose anyone would mind getting Fourth-of-July/Lindsey-is-a-moron gifts tonight, would they?
You just mocked the Queen? You know what that means, don't you? (Dear god, you people really take this celebration to far.)
No, no, that's-that's okay. As long as there is no...swimming involved. Of any kind.
But you did laugh! After you promised me you wouldn't, that hurt!.
There is nothing fake about Cordelia.
I know what? In the closet? What are you talking...oh. Oh! Sure, the...Right. I"m sure she'd love those.
That I'm in big trouble? (It's a day off work where you're pretty much expected to be rowdy. Come on! What's not to love?)
Not even wading? Aw...
Okay, okay, so my word is a little tarnished at the moment. But I don't want to hurt her. Or you.
I wasn't laughing at you, babe. You know that.
That's the way I like her.
Oh, I know she will. It's yours that I'm worried about. (No, I didn't get you shoes. Before you ask. *grin*)
That would be an understatement. (We have our own firm. I can take off whenever...that's possible. Hah?)
Of course you can... ::Sigh:: Alright, look, Icantswim. Okay?
Good. Because 'tact' could be useful here. Which I know you have, unlike myself.
I didn't at the time, and that's what's important here. :-D
Mine? Mine what? But-but there's nothing in the closet for me? (I would hope not. I can't walk on heels you know. It's torture.)
In the some parts of the world, it might even be called treason. Luckily, this ain't one of 'em. *grin* (It's the principle of the thing, really.)
This wouldn't be a good time to point out that England is an island, would it? That's fine, Wes. I'll make sure nobody chucks you in any lakes, all right? (And this isn't me making fun... plenty of people can't swim.)
I'll be completely tact-y. Pfft, you have too much tact.
And for that, I'll apologize.
I know better than to hide both presents in the same spot, gimme some credit here. *smile* (Nah, I know you better than... wait, what?)
Maybe not in this country. But what if I declared the house British soil? I'm sure there's a precedent for such. (Yes, of course. Must party for every principle, or out of principle?)
I am painfully aware that England is an island and full of lakes, rivers and other great waters. I've been acquainted with them intimately. Unfortunately. Oh I can make sure there wont be any 'chucking' myself these days. It's just...it's embarrassing. (Perhaps you can inform my father of that? No, never mind.)
I know you will. Yes, it comes with this disease I also seem to have. It's called 'foot in mouth'.
You already did. Several times, in fact.
Oh. Sneaky. I'll have to remember that for christmas and birthdays. But...why are you buying me gifts? (What?)
Then I'm claiming the bedroom for Oklahoma. *smirk* (Now you're catching on!)
It's not that embarrassing. If you ever have the misfortune of seeing me on ice skates, then we can talk about embarrassing. ('Scuse my French, but your daddy's a bit of a prick. It's probably a good thing we haven't met. I can't see us getting on well.)
Ooh... don't tell me you laughed at her? Is that what this is about?
And I'll keep doing it until you believe me.
Good trick, huh? And the answer to that, to use up my cheesiness quota for the month, is because I like seeing you smile. (I... never mind.)
It's part of the house, so you can't. All of it is British soil and you've just insulted our Queen. (Yes, yes, Hoorah, party.)
It *is* embarrassing. Especially if I'd like to take the girls to the beach or some such. 'No, daddy can't come with, because daddy is afraid of the water' Can you see it now? You should get Buffy to teach you, she used to do figure skating. (Yes. Well. I suppose)
No, I did not laugh at her. But I never know the right things to say, as you well know.
I believed you the first three times. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt *at the time*.
Marvelous trick. Well, do you see this smile? It's a nervous one because you said you 'worried' about my gifts.(No, what? Really)