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Do you know what is awesome?

BUBBLES is awesome.

No, really. See, someone looted (Dinah and Zinda) a factory's worth of liquid soap and sent vast amounts to the farm. Someone else (Steph) knew where to get glycerol and what happens when you add water, liquid siap and glyercol together. And someone else (Sokka) fashioned a bunch of wands of various sizes.

Although, actually, the tennis racket is Loo's favourite.

Mel, Loo and Hana are all out on the grass between bunker and farmhouse with a huge bucket of bubble mix, making a moderate mess.

Bubbles are awesome. Join them.

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Dean likes bubbles. He likes them more in, for example, Jacuzzis, but this will do for the moment.

(although he takes care to park the Impala upwind from them. Detergent is a bitch to get off your car when the water pressure sucks basically everywhere.)

"Enjoying yourselves?"

Really? Because Loo thinks Dean should enjoy bubbles the best on his legs, because that's where she's blowing them.

"Yes!" She tells Dean with a proud grin, because she's nearest to him and Hana has to run to get over here.

Mel doesn't run. She just strolls behind her daughter, a soaken tennis racket still in hands.

Dean isn't sure about leg-bubbles, but he's quite happy to scoop Loo up so she can blow shoulder-bubbles instead. "Looks like it," he agrees, eyeing Mel's tennis racquet warily. "How you doin', Loo-Loo?"

Mel is shocked by Dean's apparent mistrust. SHOCKED.

"Good," Loo says, blowing those shoulder bubbles like predicted. "I makeded bubbas."

Hana reaches Dean, and grabs his legs. She wants up too! "Me me me me me!"

(Mel's not helping him out)

Dean grins, shifting Loo to one hand and using the other to pick Hana up by one hand and swing her until she can find a place to cling on.

"You you you you you you you. Geez, you girls, you're getting bigger. Don't you have anyone else to practice climbing on?"

"No," Hana tells him, trying to push Loo away fom his shou;der so she can have them all to herself. Loo refuses to be drawn into it.

"You're the tallest person they know," Mel points out. Not even Sokka's the same height as Dean.

"Lucky me." Dean balances them carefully, and smirks down at Mel. "Always wanted to be a cat-tree for humans. It's my life's goal."

"Good goal."

Occasionally, Mel wonders if she should be fostering in her children a healthy fear of anytyhing. Today is not that day. If they fight and fall and hurt themselves, they'll have to learn the lesson.

"Mine's to be a personal servant for a pair of Princesses."

She still says Princess like it's an insult. Like calling her children monsters.

"So we're both well up on our life goals, then." Dean stretches out one arm so that Hana can crawl along it and swing. "Sweet."

He's still eyeing her racquet, but with slightly less wariness now. She wouldn't do anything to him while he's covered in crawling girls, right?

Dean's still either totally naive or stupidly suspicious. Mel's not going to let him know which one.

When Hana crawls to the end of Dean's arm and jumps onto Mel, however, she needs to drop the racket to catch the child.

"Have a good time doin'... whatever you were doing?"

"Mm."

Staying with Jo and waiting for her to be ready for the trip to the Roadhouse. Or maybe it's post-Roadhouse trip. But probably it's not. He's just been doing Stuff in one of those Timey Wimey Things.

"How 'bout you? Come through winter all right here? Nobody looks frozen t'death."

He remembers Kansas winters. And avoids them, mostly.

Mel jerks her head towards Hana - well, a token attemot at such anyway, because Hana's sitting on her shoulders with hands out to Dean again.

"Inbuilt heaters here. We just let them out to play and it cleared a path."

Dean laughs, bouncing Loo on his hip and grinning at her and Hana both. "Nice work. Useful as well as cute, huh?"

"Yes," Loo tells him, haven't just about followed the conversation. OK, not really.

"Family motto," Mel adds.

Dean eyes Mel consideringly.

"Nah. Useful?"

"Got any heavy lifting? Stuff need stealing?"

He grins. "All right, I guess so, then. Not like you single-handedly run this place or anything, either."

Dean is pretty impressed by Mel. She has drive. Also, is amazing in bed.

"More'n just me."

Mel's modesty comes in the shape of blunt facts, because otherwise she'd have to admit to being flattered.

"And the place is kinda a mess."

Albeit it one they can live in.

"Should see the place I'm stayin' in." Mess does not concern Dean much. He peeks up at Loo, who is climbing up his shoulder, just in time to get bubble mix in his eyes.

"... ow."

"You alright?"

It's motherly concern that prompts Mel to disentangle Loo from Dean so he can have his face free. That makes her completely twinned, but she's superstrong, so that's OK.

Dean squints at her out of the un-bubbled eye. Loo thinks this is hilarious. Dean finds himself forced to smile, too. It is a thing, with delighted babies.

Well, not that they're really babies any more. God, they've all been here a while now.

"I think I'll need some tender care," he suggests hopefully. "And maybe you could force some whiskey between my lips."

Mel rolls her totally unbubbled eyes, and drops the girls. "Alright, kids. Go see if Uncle Sokka's finished that toy he was making you."

Actually, she thinks he was having Stephtime. Well it's her go.

Oh, and on the way up, Dean's ass gets a soapy slap with a tenns racquet.

Oh. Like that, really? Oh, he sees.

Huh.

"Bye, girls!"

And to Mel: "You're not gettin' in my car until the detergent's offa you. Showers free?"

"Guess so," Mel says. She glances at her children's retreating backs, and grins. "Wanna go see?"

"Lead the way."