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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

At another time, a little later than the first time, the Cooper farm finds itself presented with yet another carload of newcomers.

At least these don't apparently plan to stay -- and certainly wouldn't seem to have close bonds, the way they're all three bitching at each other, or the way the car doors slam in order as they get out and immediately stalk in different directions.

[Tag under subthreads of who you're tagging, plz? <33]

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Doin' good," Dean says, out of a vague sense of politeness. "Hear the food here's good, anyway."

This is v. v. important to the Deanstomach, obviously.

[littlestcooper]

"Yes."

With inspired generosity: "Want?" She jerks her head towards the back of the house, the kitchen. "There's pomegranates." Craftily: "And chocolate."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Dude. Chocolate? You're serious?"

You may be Dean's new favourite person EVER, Lucy. Be warned.

[littlestcooper]

Lucy flashes a bright grin.

"Chocolate." Firm nod.

No mention of the herd of chocolate pigs she raids weekly to produce this wealth.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Dude."

OM NOM NOM NOM. Is house time now!

[littlestcooper]

Is!

Kitchen.

Fridge.

Chocolate.

Beam.

(Nom pear.)

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"This is a totally sweet setup," Dean informs her, with a mouth full of food and a blissful air. "I take all my bitchin' back, this was so worth the trip."

[littlestcooper]

Grin.

Nod.

Om nom pear.