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*sitting on her counter, chewing tobacco* You owe me ten dollars, rich girl. –rcrp-quebec

“Can’t pay ya. I’m broke.”

@rcrp-quebec

trilliumvevo-moved

“Vraiment?” Jean raised an eyebrow skeptically. “I filled Henri’s gas tank with sugar like you asked. T'es sûr you haven’t gotten any money?”

"Oh /that/ money. Sure thing, how much do I owe you?"

*Hugs* "It's international siblings day and you're the best sibling I know." ~Alberta

“You’re wrong.”

@rcrp-alberta

How?“

“/you’re/ the best sibling, and you know it.”

“yeah but I’m not my sibling, I’m me. My sibling are you, Mani. Then most others are either dussapointments or basically adopted. So you’re the best.”

“Nuh no, /you’re/ the best sibling. It says so in Matthew’s will that I stole. See here, ‘To Alberta, the best child and sibling…’”

“Yeah but I’m not my best sibling. You’re my best sibling and I’m your best sibling. My cowd can testify.”

“So can my cow. But what I’m saying is if we had a Who’s The Best Sibling tv show you’d win every season, even the seasons you don’t compete in.”

“Mani wouldn’t agree.”

#queued for when I'm in Toronto for connecting flight

"Screw mani"

Hiatus

Joined travel club. Going to Europe for 13 days. Be back with chocolate, bye~

Matthew has a will??

“Don’t you???”

#ask #anon

*Hugs* "It's international siblings day and you're the best sibling I know." ~Alberta

“You’re wrong.”

@rcrp-alberta

How?“

“/you’re/ the best sibling, and you know it.”

“yeah but I’m not my sibling, I’m me. My sibling are you, Mani. Then most others are either dussapointments or basically adopted. So you’re the best.”

“Nuh no, /you’re/ the best sibling. It says so in Matthew’s will that I stole. See here, ‘To Alberta, the best child and sibling…’”

“Yeah but I’m not my best sibling. You’re my best sibling and I’m your best sibling. My cowd can testify.”

"So can my cow. But what I'm saying is if we had a Who's The Best Sibling tv show you'd win every season, even the seasons you don't compete in."

you /stole/ Matthew's will?

“Yep. Well actually I’m his will-writer/lawyer. And a decent master of disguise if I do say so myself.”

#ask #anon

*Hugs* "It's international siblings day and you're the best sibling I know." ~Alberta

“You’re wrong.”

@rcrp-alberta

How?“

“/you’re/ the best sibling, and you know it.”

“yeah but I’m not my sibling, I’m me. My sibling are you, Mani. Then most others are either dussapointments or basically adopted. So you’re the best.”

"Nuh no, /you're/ the best sibling. It says so in Matthew's will that I stole. See here, 'To Alberta, the best child and sibling...'"

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS😫😫💦💦TIME TO GET HUSKING🤔🤔THOSE CORNS🌽🌽AND IF YALL ARE LUCKY ENOUGH👏🏼YOULL GET YOURSELF A GOOD👍🏼OL COUNTRY SONG👅👅🎤🎤BUT‼️‼️IF YALLRE BAD😡😡SCARECROW WILL SHOVE HIS STRAW HAND✋🏼✋🏼UP YALLS ASS🍑🍑🌾🌾

"Dude, it's not corn season."

The pie crust is made is Saskatchewan, the meat filling's made in Alberta and there's a dash of salt from Manitoba

"Are the salt from his tears?"

*sits on your kitchen tale drinking a latte in an annoyingly loud fashion*

@rcrp-saskatchewan @rcrp-newbrunswick @rcrp-manitoba @rcrp-novascotia @rcrp-northwest @rcrp-alberta @rcrp-vancouver @rcrp-nunavut @rcrp-ontario @rcrp-quebec @ everyone else???

Sask unlocks the door with one arm, a bag of groceries in the other. “ ‘Bert, is that y—” she sees BC, and, not recognizing her at first, grabs an apple from the bag, and twists her shoulder back ready to throw.

“Hey,” She said casually, “please don’t bruise me. Or the apple”.

“Shii..sorry! I had a burglar in here the other day,” she expained, putting the apple back in the bag. She took off her shoes and approached the kitchen table.

“Probably because you didn’t lock you’re door,: she deadpanned.

“Hehe, yeah. Well it’s not like animals can open doors. Except for Rascal.”

“Rascal…” She said, sounding mildly confused.

A bark is heard outside the door. “My dog.”

“… oh”.

The door knob twisted and was pushed open. In trotted a large mastiff.

Em blinked at the dog.

“Just…watch,” she told her. They watched Rascal approach the fridge, push it open with a paw, and took out a carton of orange juice. She bit the sides and set it down. Juice leaked out and formed a puddle, which she lapped at happily.

“… must be fun to clean up after,” She deadpanned.

“Yeah, lots of fun. Which is why I keep her outside, but she’s recently learned to open the front door.” She picks up the juice carton and sets it in the sink. Then she grabbed a large towel from under the kitchen sink and pushed Rascal away to mop up the mess, “Shoo, shoo. Thats enough sugar for you.”

Em watched in both amusement and mild concern.

“So I have this idea,” she said, mopping away the last of the mess. “Like, I’ll just drop Rascal off at Mani’s place and see what happens. What do you think? Good prank?”

She shrugged, “I guess”.

Sask hmm-ed.

“So what’s up, sis? Did you come here for lunch? You came to the wrong place for that.”

“I dunno,” She admitted, “I forget why or how I got here”.

“That sounds nice. Orange juice?” She asks, pouring from the punctured holes in the carton.

“…. I’ll pass,” she said, holding up her coffee.

She shrugged and poured herself a cup.

Em made a face of mild disgust.

Sask took a large gulp and grinned gleely at her.

Em rolled her eyes.

“It’s fresh from the farmer’s market yesterday~” she sang the last word

“It’s kinda ruined now,” She deadpanned.

In a lilo and stitch alien voice: “It may be broken, but it’s still good. Still good.”

She rolled her eyes, and sipped her coffee.

Sask finished her drink before saying anything. “Was it aliens?”

“Was what aliens?” She asked. Em was usually highkey okay with aliens, but was also currently highkey confused.

“Did aliens capture you and mindzap you and brought you here? Please say yes”

“Uh… I wish?” She said questioningly.

“Yeah, me too..”

She continued to look both confused and concerned.

Sask mumbles nonsensically, “/I/ saw aliens once. They weren’t nothing like the movies, green nor little nor man..”

“Welp,” She said slowly, “What did they look like then?”

"I don't know. They wore hazmat suits"

brentraptor

(bake me up) bake me up a pie / (one-third cup) of flour for our pie

munitoba

@rcrp-saskatchewan @rcrp-alberta

#yesss

*sits on your kitchen tale drinking a latte in an annoyingly loud fashion*

@rcrp-saskatchewan @rcrp-newbrunswick @rcrp-manitoba @rcrp-novascotia @rcrp-northwest @rcrp-alberta @rcrp-vancouver @rcrp-nunavut @rcrp-ontario @rcrp-quebec @ everyone else???

Sask unlocks the door with one arm, a bag of groceries in the other. “ ‘Bert, is that y—” she sees BC, and, not recognizing her at first, grabs an apple from the bag, and twists her shoulder back ready to throw.

“Hey,” She said casually, “please don’t bruise me. Or the apple”.

“Shii..sorry! I had a burglar in here the other day,” she expained, putting the apple back in the bag. She took off her shoes and approached the kitchen table.

“Probably because you didn’t lock you’re door,: she deadpanned.

“Hehe, yeah. Well it’s not like animals can open doors. Except for Rascal.”

“Rascal…” She said, sounding mildly confused.

A bark is heard outside the door. “My dog.”

“… oh”.

The door knob twisted and was pushed open. In trotted a large mastiff.

Em blinked at the dog.

“Just…watch,” she told her. They watched Rascal approach the fridge, push it open with a paw, and took out a carton of orange juice. She bit the sides and set it down. Juice leaked out and formed a puddle, which she lapped at happily.

“… must be fun to clean up after,” She deadpanned.

“Yeah, lots of fun. Which is why I keep her outside, but she’s recently learned to open the front door.” She picks up the juice carton and sets it in the sink. Then she grabbed a large towel from under the kitchen sink and pushed Rascal away to mop up the mess, “Shoo, shoo. Thats enough sugar for you.”

Em watched in both amusement and mild concern.

“So I have this idea,” she said, mopping away the last of the mess. “Like, I’ll just drop Rascal off at Mani’s place and see what happens. What do you think? Good prank?”

She shrugged, “I guess”.

Sask hmm-ed.

“So what’s up, sis? Did you come here for lunch? You came to the wrong place for that.”

“I dunno,” She admitted, “I forget why or how I got here”.

“That sounds nice. Orange juice?” She asks, pouring from the punctured holes in the carton.

“…. I’ll pass,” she said, holding up her coffee.