Archive | March 21, 2012

Frog Pancakes

To [personal profile] kelkyag‘s commissioned prompt, after Big, Bad Witch

“So.” Eva stared at the boy over her orange juice for a moment. “Pancakes, little kid thing?”

“Are they in the shapes of dinosaurs?”

She smirked. “I only do that for kids that are still shorter than my knees. They’re safe, normal round things.”

“Will they turn me into a frog?”

“I don’t know anything that can do that, legends aside… so probably not.”

“Then I guess I’m probably not too old for pancakes.” Was he flirting with her?

“Good,” she answered while she tried to figure that one out. “Because they taste horrible the second day and there’s way too many for me to eat on my own right now.” She passed him a plate and a glass of orange juice. “So. You thought I was a witch?”

“You still haven’t said if you are or not. And sometimes your family says stuff, you know.”

“I’m sure they do; everyone’s family says stuff. I just have a really big family.”

“Mmn.” He stuffed his mouth full of pancakes for a minute, eating like every teenage boy she’d ever seen, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

When she thought he might be able to breathe again, she added, “what sort of stuff, in this case?”

“Hunh? Oh, your family. Just… ‘Aunt Asta died, Aunt Eva’s The Aunt now.'” He dropped the caps in melodramatically. “If you don’t get a boyfriend, Beryl, you’re going to end up The Next Aunt.” He shook his head. “Like it’s a thing.”

“For us, it kind of is,” she admitted, gambling on honesty. “Sometimes we have more than one in a generation, but yeah.”

“So you really are a witch?” He looked down at the pancakes thoughtfully. “At least they’re not gingerbread.”

“You’re not running screaming in terror?”

He grinned at her, another one of those expressions she was pretty sure made Beryl go “:X” “I could feel it, you know? In my toes. I was just waiting for you to decide to tell me.”

Older Witches (LJ)

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Life in the Country, Tuesday edition (Actually Monday edition, just really late).

From [personal profile] jjhunter‘s awesome How are You? (in Haiku) post from yesterday (which you should totally read):

My cat, very proud
And very loud, this morning,
presented a mouse.

3 or 4 a.m., to be specific, with the mouse so far up his mouth he was making a weird warbling noise. Good kitty. For a certain value of good.

This is the second mouse Drake has ever caught, and he responded in about the same fashion last time.

Now, I’m not known for being squeamish – except about dead things. So T had to get the mouse away from the cat/out of his mouth and dispose of it. We gave the kitty treats and told him he was a good cat.

Ah, life in an old farmhouse.

In other news, the crocuses and daffodils are up, my chives and garlic are happy, and there’s buds on the lilac. Yay Spring! (I grew up in Lake Effect, NY. Any day over 60 before the end of April is a blessing to be enjoyed to its fullest before it snows again!)

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