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Room 312 - kinda late on Sunday night
A long day of 'venturing, cartoon-watching with friends, making shakes with Tony the awesome babysitter, killing balloons, and playing in a ball-pit with mohawked best friends and mean boys... and Dinah was still awake.

Camille was meowing a little in distress as she was cuddled. Cuddled a lot!

[ooc: for the big Roomie]

"He's littler than you are," Chad informed Dinah, figuring she'd like to hear that. "But he might be as big as me one day. You think you'll be as big as me, too?"

That had Dinah breaking into loopy giggles. "Nobody's big as you! Nobody! Not even Santa Claus!" Her whole body rocked when she laughed. "Maybe almost as big as you, maybe? If I drink my milk?"

"And eat your vegetable," Chad reminded her. "But not even Santa Claus? Are you sure? I hear that guy's pretty huge."

"Maybe he's fatter but he can't be bigger. You're big as the ceiling, Chad. You're the biggest!" She grinned up at him, then got another idea. "You could be my new daddy. If Mommy likes you better'n Chuck." She nodded hopefully at him. "You could. Really!"


Chad was going to take a moment to drink his milk and try to think of how to answer that one, because that could just be all kinds of awkward.

"Maybe," he said, "but I wouldn't want to if your Mommy likes Chuck better."

"She's got to meet him first. She's real pretty," Dinah reassured Chad. "And real smart. She works at the ca-sino. Caesar's! They gots soldiers there." Oops, was that a yawn? Take another cookie to cover it up. Dinah gave Chad a wistful look. "She said maybe, someday. Maybe for Christmas, we get a new daddy. Maybe." Then she shrugged, philosophical. "C'n we go to the circus if you don't be my daddy?"

Chad shrugged. "Sure, we can go to the circus," he said, because he really, really doubted that he was going to be Dinah's new daddy. She was more like a sister, really, and, you know, the whole concubine thing, but you couldn't explain that very easily to a five year old.

"Yaaaay! Francine says they have clowns." Dinah was nibbling on her second cookie. But even that infusion of sugar couldn't put off the inevitable much longer. "We can go next week, maybe?" Yaaaaaawwwwn.

"If we can find one," Chad said with a nod, "sure."

Of course, he knew Dinah would probably be back to herself in the morning, but, hey, even if she still wanted to go, it could be kind of fun.

"That," he asked, "wasn't a yawn I saw, was it?"

"Uh-uhh," Dinah said, shaking her head, then bit her lip. "Maaaaybe? A little one?"

To make Dinah feel better about it, Chad feigned a big yawn himself. "Man. It is pretty late..."

"I could just," Dinah had to think about this, "sit on my bed. While you go check on Teddy. And wait for you to come back, not go to sleep yet." She shook her head from side to side, blinking. "With my teddy-bear."

"I think that's a good idea; your teddy bear's probably tired, right?"

"Uh-hunh," Dinah said, wandering over to her bed and climbing in. And under the covers. But only 'cause she was chilly. She tucked her teddy-bear under her chin the way she'd tried to tuck Camille. Eyes drooping, she said, "I'll be 'wake when you get back, Chad. 'M not sleepy neither yet."