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At the wall where the farmhouse is afforded the least possible visibility from the more crowded areas of the farm, a quarter-lump of brick falls pointlessly to the ground. Mel, nursing her knuckles, glares at it.

She's familiar with the practice, when you're so pent up with frustration and anger and hatred that you have to punch something, of finding an innocent wall and taking it out on that, and is annoyed to fins out that a) it's not nearly as satisfying as common wisdom holds, and b) it's much much less of a good idea when there's a possibility you might actually win a fight with a building.

She nudges the brick against the base of the house, deciding she'd better get Toph to reattach it later, and turns her attention back to her hand.

Frustration not satisfied, hand hardly injured, house probably not hurting that much from its loss. All in all, a completely no-win situation.

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"I think it's learned its lesson; won't to that again."

Mel drops her fist to her side and gives Sonia a dry smile. "How's Ralph?"

"Nappin'. Figured I'd take a break while I could. Boy's trinna grow up t'be a mandrake or somethin', I swear."

Death by baby shrieks: it is more likely than you think!

Oh, wait, Mel knows all about that. (TIMES TWO HOW DID SHE MANAGE IT?!)

"At least he's not setting fire to anything," Mel offers. It's not fun when babies do that.

"How's he doing with the whole sitting thing?"

"Thank God for that," she agrees with enthusiasm. "I'm kinna worried about when he's walkin' and all... I mean, what with me 'n' his daddy bein' kinda..." She tries to shape the air to spell "more than human," handicapped by the fact that she doesn't know the phrase. ~~And by the fact that air is a gas that is clear.~~

Half shrug. "He don't like when I'm off, but I guess he calms down."

"Yeah, dunno what I'd do if either of mine were strong," Mel agrees. "Makes me 'preciate my sister all the more for what she put up with."

"'least I got Gifts, so I can maybe keep up." She gives a lopsided smile. "Older sister?"

Mel's smile drops, for no obvious reason.

"Yeah, ten years."

Eep. Something wrong was said.

"...I don't got any." Is this enough of a subject change?

This is good; That means she'll never have to avenge them. Or kill them.

"You got a family now, though."

Well, technically she had to do a bit of both (though Alucard wasn't family, just boyfriend).

"Well, I had one back home, just-" Oh, wait, that was a mushy sentiment! She lapses into awkwardly blushy-grinny silence.

"Not the same though, is it?" Mel says. "Anyone back home make you feel like Ralph does?"

"...not really, nah." Awkward neck rubbing commence! "It's still pretty scary. He's all little!"

"They start out that way," Mel assures her. "Give him a few more months though and he'll be huge."

"Long as he ain't bigger'n me before he figures out how t' hold it." She does not want to deal with that much diaper.

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