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fabianprewettdoesthings:

“Alright.”

“So how is everything?”

marymacxx:

“I see,” Mary replied, her smile turning kind. She could tell Dawn’s heart wasn’t completely in the joke, but there was no harm in playing along. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my compliments to myself.”

“Much appreciated,” Dawn replied with a small laugh, reaching out for a treat of her own.

#c: mary

fabianprewettdoesthings:

“I can make it,” Fabian asserted quickly, “if you just tell me where everything is.”

“Fabian --”

“I can do it.”

#c: fabian #that gif lmao #u said be dramatic im gonna be dramatic

charityburbage:

“Four.”

“Well isn’t that something.”

#c: charity

marymacxx:

“And why not?” Mary asked with a somewhat confused smile.

“She hears it a lot. Goes to her head,” Dawn explained -- her attempt at trying to joke like normal.

#c: mary

charityburbage:

“Well… Apparently your future includes marriage, two dogs, and four children.”

“Four --”

#c: charity

charityburbage:

After tallying Dawn’s answers, Charity’s eyes widened. “Oh my goodness…”

“What is it?”

#c: charity

marymacxx:

Mary grinned at the plate, before reaching for a treat for herself. “Your mum’s an angel.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.”

#c: mary

charityburbage:

“And last one: porridge or eggs?”

“Eggs.”

#c: charity

caradocdearborns:

“The fuck do you think your parents can do for you without magic, huh? What’s the real advantage here, if there even is one?”

"Have you said everything you came to say?”

#c: caradoc

fabianprewettdoesthings:

“Yeah, him and me both, but you don’t see me…” he trailed off as he patted the mess up.

“There’s biscuits in my cloak, by the way. For you and him. Different ones, obviously, but—”

Standing, Dawn made her way over to the kitchen, filling the kettle up by hand and setting it to boil. “Cuppa?”

#c: fabian

charityburbage:

“Fruits with your breakfast, yes or no?”

“Well, that depends, really,” Dawn tilted her head slightly, trying to remember the last time she had fruit with her breakfast. “Probably no.”

#c: charity

marymacxx:

“I always want something to eat,” Mary responded, along with a kind smile.

Dawn smiled, holding up a finger before disappearing through the door that linked the house to her mothers bakery. Reappearing five minutes later, a plate of assorted treats in hand, she set them down on the table. “Here we are.”