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entrancelogs2014-12-14 11:27 am
widows_kiss) wrote in entrancelogs2014-12-14 11:27 am
[Open] Tiny Russian assassin on the loose
Who: Natasha Romanoff and you
Where: Around the mansion
When: December 12-14
Rating: Pg-ish
Summary: Natasha may have a weakness when it comes to cookies...
The Story:
She probably should have known better. Technically, she did know better, but considering the mansion's magic had gone all out when it came to decorating this morning, she'd suspected the sudden insistence of the dining room's menu had been part of it.
Which is why, one sprinkle-covered stocking-shaped sugar cookie later, there's a tiny redheaded girl perching on one of the large dining room chairs, glancing around herself in surprise and confusion, with no idea where she is, or how she had come to be there. Was this some new test?
Taking her cookie with her, she munched on it as she slipped out of the room, peeking around corners and into doorways as she explored this unexpected situation she found herself in, looking not at all alarmed over the fact that she didn't know why. She was sure she would find out soon enough, if she just looked in the right places...
Where: Around the mansion
When: December 12-14
Rating: Pg-ish
Summary: Natasha may have a weakness when it comes to cookies...
The Story:
She probably should have known better. Technically, she did know better, but considering the mansion's magic had gone all out when it came to decorating this morning, she'd suspected the sudden insistence of the dining room's menu had been part of it.
Which is why, one sprinkle-covered stocking-shaped sugar cookie later, there's a tiny redheaded girl perching on one of the large dining room chairs, glancing around herself in surprise and confusion, with no idea where she is, or how she had come to be there. Was this some new test?
Taking her cookie with her, she munched on it as she slipped out of the room, peeking around corners and into doorways as she explored this unexpected situation she found herself in, looking not at all alarmed over the fact that she didn't know why. She was sure she would find out soon enough, if she just looked in the right places...
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"My momma."
Duh. Come on, Natalia. Don't you get it?
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She huffs out a sigh and rolls her eyes before holding her hand out to the smaller boy. "Come on, I'll help you look. Where do you think she might be? Does she like to cook? Would she be in the kitchen? Or could she be visiting someone here?"
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Nice people did that sort of thing, right?
"Um...she makes cookies," he mumbled, sniffling a bit as he peered up at Natasha. So the kitchen might be a good place to start, right? He loves to watch his momma bake.