http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/ I'm no VIP. I'm not even an IP - LiveJournal.com Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:31:57 GMT LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com canadianpopstar personal http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/69088985/13790291 http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/ 100 100 http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15641.html Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:31:57 GMT http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15641.html Robin sneaked into the apartment, greeting the dogs lounging about in the living room and giving them all quiet kisses and scritches before tiptoeing down the hall into the bedroom. She smiled a little, because of <i>course</i> he was already asleep, and changed quickly before sliding into bed and curling up. "Hey you."<br /><br />If he didn't wake up, she'd deal, but he usually did when she crawled in bed on Thursday nights. http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15641.html oh dramatic irony fraser apathetic public http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15508.html Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:00:48 GMT http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15508.html Robin was doing important things today in her office.<br /><br />Important things being testing whether she had filters up in the internet due to it being a workplace and all (she didn't want to look at anything dirty! She was just curious!), and also Googling "randomly waking up six for a weekend."<br /><br />She wasn't having much luck with that last one.<br /><br /><small>[open door, etc.etc.]</small> http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15508.html office hours - no really working public http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15142.html Sat, 02 Aug 2008 08:21:13 GMT http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/15142.html <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br /><table border="1" rules="all" cellpadding="6" width="750"> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny had been up for awhile but he hadn't gotten out of bed. It was a LONG ways down and he didn't want to fall and hurt himself. Maybe there was a ladder or a step stool around here.<br /><br />Turning to the other person in the bed (though there was a lot of space and covers and clothes between them), Benny poked her.<br /><br />"Excuse me?" Ever polite.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />Robin was not awake yet, since it was <i>early</i> and she'd had a very long week and all she wanted was to sleep off her sugar rush from the night before.<br /><br />So when she heard a little boy's voice and then something POKED HER, she frowned sleepily and rubbed a wee hand over her eyes. "Whaaaaaat?"<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Could you please help me locate a ladder?" he asked, all manners and politeness.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />"Why?" she asked, staring at him, all...well, not manners or politeness.<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Because I would like to get off the bed," he said, staring at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />"So jump!" she said slowly, the "duh" implied.<br /><br />"Duh."<br /><br />Or not.<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"It's high," he said, frowning at her. "I wouldn't want to get hurt or break something that isn't mine."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />Robin rolled her eyes. "Why, are you <i>scared</i>?"<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No!" Benny frowned at her and then turned around so his back was to her. "I'll climb down."<br /><br />And he did, reaching for the nightstand and carefully lowering himself down by putting small feet on the shelf and the bed frame.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />"See? Easy!" she declared, clapping.<br /><br />And then she scooted to the edge and flung herself off fearlessly.<br /><br />And earned a skinned knee for it. "Owwww!"<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny peeked around the edge of the bed. "Do you need a bandage?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No," she said, trying to keep her lower lip from trembling, because it <i>didn't</i> hurt and she was a very big girl. "Maybe a bandaid, though."<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Let me see," he said, coming around and kneeling next to her. "It's okay. Don't cry. It will heal."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You talk funny," she said, letting him see. "It doesn't hurt!"<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I talk normal," he said and brushed his hand over the skinned knee to check for any broken bones. His grandfather had taught him it was important to be thorough.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You talk weird," she decided. "It doesn't hurt. I'm a big girl."<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"It's not weird!" he protested. "And don't move yet. I'll get you a bandaid."<br /><br />He skittered off into the bathroom and found the bandaids before skittering back and kneeling down next to her.<br /><br />"Hold still," he said while he opened the bandage.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />She did, watching him. "No, it's weird. You talk like a old lady."<br /><br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I talk like my daddy," he said, putting the bandaid on before standing up. "Stay here, if you want. I'm going somewhere else."<br /><br />He stood up and walked off without a second look. She was mean.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin frowned after him, and then realized she was hungry, so she went scurrying out of the room after him in search of the kitchen. Maybe there was candy!<br /><br />"I'm finding breffast," she told him when she spotted the old-lady-talking boy again.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Fine," he said, deciding not to give her any attention. He puttered around the kitchen before saying, "Don't eat too much."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'll eat much as I wanna," she said, just to be contrary, and started looking for a chair to climb on. "You should help me. You're taller."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No." He shook his head. "I have to go do other things. And I don't want breakfast."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"S'most important meal of the day," Robin told him, frowning and putting her hands on her hips.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm not hungry," he said, shaking his head at her. "I have to go do other things. I don't have time for breakfast."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"What other things?" she asked nosily.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I have to go find my dog and we're going to go hiking to make sure the environment is safe," he said. "So other people can go hiking and not get hurt."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75833697/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I have doggies too," she told him. "Why do you wanna hike?" She made a face.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Because I would like to be like my daddy and he hikes," Benny said. "It's good exercise."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"My daddy doesn't hike," she informed him. "He smokes cigars and shoots guns."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"My daddy shoots guns too," he said proudly. "He's a policeman."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Oooooh." Robin liked how the policemen wore red sometimes. It was pretty. And there were horses! "Does he have a horsie?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"He rides one," Benny said. "It's his police horse. I've ridden it too!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I've never ridden a horse," she said, frowning upsettedly.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br /><br />"They're fun!" he said excitedly. "They go really fast!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"What if you fall off?" she asked.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You don't," he said, looking grave. "You hold on really tight and you do not rough house or misbehave so you don't scare the horse."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"But what if the horse is mean?" she wondered.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"My daddy's horse isn't mean," he said, frowning at her.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I never met your daddy's horse," she pointed out.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I don't lie," he said. "Excuse me, but I'm going to go now. I hope your knee feels better."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75833697/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin crossed her arms. "No. I wanna go hiking too."<br /><br />She didn't. But she wanted to be contrary.<br /><br />And just then, a group of little puppies came scampering in. Only one of them was normally a puppy. "PUPPIES!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77685006/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Hi doggies!" Benny said, watching as one particular dog wound around his legs. "This is Dief! He's mine! He's part wolf!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75833697/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Hi Dief!" Robin said, going to pat all the other dogs on their wee heads. "This is Dorito and Sprinkles and Reeses and Popcorn and Peanut and Pickles. They're not part wolf. But Sprinkles has spots!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"That's a lot of doggies," he observed. "They're bigger than you!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75833697/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Nuh uh!" she said, carefully picking up a tiny, tiny chihuahua. "Seeeeeeeee?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"That one is smaller," he acquiesced. "Would you like to bring them out with us on the hike?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75833697/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I dunno if they like hiking," she said thoughtfully. "We need to have breffast first!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I don't want candy," he said, shaking his head. "It's not good for you. You need fruits and vegetables."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You're weird," she said, frowning at him. "Maybe there's something else!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Stop calling me weird," he said, making a face. "Namecalling isn't nice."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"S'not namecalling!" she argued. "It's the truth."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm leaving," he said sadly before getting Dief's attention and heading towards the door. She didn't need help and he didn't want to be called weird all day.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin pouted. "Fine, meanie."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm not mean!" he said and stomped out towards the door with Dief on his heels. It took him a few tries to reach the knob but he did and threw it open so he could leave.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I was gonna share my cereal with you!" she added, because she had spotted some up on top of the fridge. "It looks healthy! But no, you're mean and want to leave."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Don't call me names, it's not nice," he called and stepped outside with his dog. <br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm...sorry," she called. "And I like your doggie and I'll share my cereal!"<br /><br />She wasn't actually sorry. She just wasn't sure she'd be able to reach the cereal herself.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"What kind of cereal is it?" he asked before moving back to where she was.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Purple," she said, pointing to the top of the fridge.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Okay," he decided, coming back inside. "Get it down."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I need to get up there," she said prissily, hurrying over to grab a chair. "Maybe I can get up on the counter."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Be careful!" Benny said, eyes wide. "Don't fall down!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Do you wanna do it?" she asked, hands going back to her hips.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I don't want you to fall," he reiterated. "You might get hurt."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I won't," she assured him, getting up on the chair. "Maybe the doggies can help!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No, that's too much weight," he said, shaking his head. "Just you and don't jump on the chair."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718432/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin jumped once just to prove him wrong.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No!" He latched onto the chair to hold it tightly. "Stop it!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718432/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I didn't fall," she pointed out.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You could have," he said, eyes wide. "And if you fall, then I will have to carry you on my back to the nearest first aid station."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718432/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm a big girl!" she assured him. "I can walk!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Fine, you can do it yourself," he said, backing away. Girls could be independent too. His father had taught him that.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718432/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />She nodded. "Girls can do anything," she replied, carefully crawling up on the counter. "'Cause we're better'n boys. It's okay, it's not your fault."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />He frowned and looked sad.<br /><br />"Why am I even here?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"'Cause you want cereal?" she offered.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No, I came back to help you and you don't need my help, you just want to call me names more," he said, stomping a tiny foot before backing up further. "I'm not weird or inferior."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Nuh uh!" she protested. "I was being nice! I was gonna share. You're okay for a boy."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm not weird," he insisted.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"You do talk kinda funny," she pointed out. "Like a grownup!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I learned from my daddy and he's not weird either!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"He's a grownup," she pointed out.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"He's all I have," he said, frowning again. <br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin frowned. "Where's your mommy?"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Not here anymore," he said, kneeling down to press his face against Dief's fur.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Did she go away?" Robin asked, sitting down on the counter.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />He nodded mutely.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Divorce?" she asked sympathetically. She knew that word from someone at school.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />He shook his head and clung to Dief.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin wondered where she went. "Sometimes my daddy goes away 'cause he works lots and lots, and sometimes he and Mommy fight and he doesn't come home until I go to school."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"My mommy died," he said and pressed his face into Dief's fur again.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin had a very six year-old concept of death.<br /><br />"My doggie was going to die but then my mommy and daddy had him turned into a turtle so he could get better," she offered. <br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny was pretty sure that wasn't the same thing but he didn't say anything. He just kept hold of his puppy and tried to not cry.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin scrabbled up to get the cereal, very carefully, and then hopped down and offered him the box.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"It's not mine," he said, looking up at her.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I'm sharing," she told him.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"We need bowls," he said, reaching to take the box from her.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Nuh uh," she said, shaking her head. "We can just eat from the box."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No milk?" he asked, eyes wide. Cereal belonged with milk!<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin sighed heavily. "You got to get bowls," she decided. "I'll get milk!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Okay," he said, standing up and then climbing up on the counter to grab two good bowls. He carefully set them down and then climbed back down.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin, meanwhile, had found some milk, and managed not to drop it. "Cereal first and then milk!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Do you want a lot or a little?" he asked her, cereal box poised over the bowl.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"A lot!" she told him, nodding.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny tilted the box and started dumping cereal into her bowl. "Tell me when to stop!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Robin waited until the bowl was alllllllllllll full and then said, "Stop!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny pulled the cereal box back as soon as she said that. "That's a lot of cereal."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I like cereal," she decided.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Can you hold my bowl while I pour me some?" he asked politely.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Okay," she said, and reached out with her little hands to firmly hold the bowl in place.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />Benny started to dump the cereal in his bowl and stopped when it was just over halfway filled.<br /><br />"Thank you."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Milk?" she offered. "I can pour!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684993/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Please and thank you kindly," he said with a nod.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Do you think the doggies want cereal?" she wondered, pouring milk and only getting a liiiiiiiiittle bit on the floor.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I think they should only have doggie food," he said with a firm nod. "Cereal is people food."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"But they like it," she said, frowning.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"It's people food!" Benny exclaimed.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718403/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Maybe it's both," she tried.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"No," he said. "It's people food only."<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"Does it say that on the box?" she wondered.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"It doesn't gotta," he said. "Everyone knows it's people food!"<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77718412/13790291" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='canadianpopstar' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://canadianpopstar.livejournal.com/'><b>canadianpopstar</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign="top"><p><br />"I don't think it has to be just people food!" she protested.<br /></td></tr> <tr><td valign="top" width="102"><left><b><img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/77684984/9306872" width="100" height="100" border="1"> <center><b><span class='ljuser' lj:user='just_add_starch' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/'><b>just_add_starch</b></a></span></b></center></left></td><td valign=&