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lady_mabit's mostly just cute family times in the kitchen. Names for the bugs from Lu's fic!
Also, requested by Lu/@smallpolar_bear!!
Brook is barely able to see over the edge of the counter, but that doesn’t stop them from clinging to the edge of it, eyes watching Even’s movements with the intensity of a three year old. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cutting up the carrots,” he answers. “Do you want a piece?”
They consider this very seriously for a very long moment before shaking their head. “Why you cutting them?”
Even takes the piece he offered them and eats it instead. “So that they’re not too big.”
“Why?”
“Because then it will be easier to eat.”
They think about this, too, then say, “Oh.”
“Do you want to help?”
Their eyes jump immediately to the knife, but Even puts it back down on the cutting board and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Not with cutting.”
They deflate a bit.
“Your dad would be so disappointed if I let you use a knife. Come on, bug, get over here. We’ll start by washing the potatoes.” He scoops up his child with ease, though he feigns at a groan from the effort. “You’re getting too big!”
Brook giggles, delighted all the same. “Nope, not yet!”
“You’ll outgrow Ivory at this rate!”
They gasp, eyes going wide at the thought of being taller than their elder sister. “You think so?”
“Yep! You’ll be so tall!”
“Taller than you?”
Even hums loudly in thought and hefts Brook up so that they dangle over his head. Their child shrieks with laughter, splaying their arms and legs wide. From the next room over, Even can hear the front door open as Cacebel, Ivory and Mellow return, talking excitedly about they movie they had just gone to see.
They’re approaching the kitchen when Even lowers Brook onto the counter and says, in a loud stage whisper, “Now don’t tell your siblings about this super secret plan, okay?” He holds out a pinky finger, and Brook takes it in their whole hand.
“Okay!” they say, at normal volume.
Ivory flounces into the kitchen first, lips pursed as she places a kiss on Even’s cheek and sneaks a piece of carrot from the cutting board. “What secret?”
“No secret,” Even says innocently at the same time Brook says, “I getta cut up po-ta-toes!!”
Cascabel frowns, hands on his hips. “Even—”
He holds up his hands in defense. “That is not what I told them!” Luckily he had set Brook down on the other side of the sink, away from the cutting board in question. “I promise that’s not the secret we’re keeping.”
Cascabel looks like he’s not prepared to believe him, so he leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Cascabel’s lips as a distraction.
Ivory and Mellow both screw up their faces and say, “Eeeeewwwwww” from behind them, while Brook holds a potato aloft.
Appeased, at least for the time being, Cascabel plucks his own apron off the hook on the wall and tugs it on over his head. “So. Making dinner, I see?”
“I was going to give Brook an important lesson in washing the potatoes.”
Mellow’s eyes widen as he looks from the pile of vegetables to the saucepan, just starting to simmer. “I want to help make dinner!”
Ivory raises her hand so fast that she nearly smacks her brother in the process. “I want to help, too!!”
“Alright!” Cascabel says, easily taking control of the attention of all three kids (while Even, fondly, rescued the potato from Brook before they could drop it). “Lesson number one: Only your dad and I can use the sharp knives—”
Also, requested by Lu/@smallpolar_bear!!
Brook is barely able to see over the edge of the counter, but that doesn’t stop them from clinging to the edge of it, eyes watching Even’s movements with the intensity of a three year old. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cutting up the carrots,” he answers. “Do you want a piece?”
They consider this very seriously for a very long moment before shaking their head. “Why you cutting them?”
Even takes the piece he offered them and eats it instead. “So that they’re not too big.”
“Why?”
“Because then it will be easier to eat.”
They think about this, too, then say, “Oh.”
“Do you want to help?”
Their eyes jump immediately to the knife, but Even puts it back down on the cutting board and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Not with cutting.”
They deflate a bit.
“Your dad would be so disappointed if I let you use a knife. Come on, bug, get over here. We’ll start by washing the potatoes.” He scoops up his child with ease, though he feigns at a groan from the effort. “You’re getting too big!”
Brook giggles, delighted all the same. “Nope, not yet!”
“You’ll outgrow Ivory at this rate!”
They gasp, eyes going wide at the thought of being taller than their elder sister. “You think so?”
“Yep! You’ll be so tall!”
“Taller than you?”
Even hums loudly in thought and hefts Brook up so that they dangle over his head. Their child shrieks with laughter, splaying their arms and legs wide. From the next room over, Even can hear the front door open as Cacebel, Ivory and Mellow return, talking excitedly about they movie they had just gone to see.
They’re approaching the kitchen when Even lowers Brook onto the counter and says, in a loud stage whisper, “Now don’t tell your siblings about this super secret plan, okay?” He holds out a pinky finger, and Brook takes it in their whole hand.
“Okay!” they say, at normal volume.
Ivory flounces into the kitchen first, lips pursed as she places a kiss on Even’s cheek and sneaks a piece of carrot from the cutting board. “What secret?”
“No secret,” Even says innocently at the same time Brook says, “I getta cut up po-ta-toes!!”
Cascabel frowns, hands on his hips. “Even—”
He holds up his hands in defense. “That is not what I told them!” Luckily he had set Brook down on the other side of the sink, away from the cutting board in question. “I promise that’s not the secret we’re keeping.”
Cascabel looks like he’s not prepared to believe him, so he leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Cascabel’s lips as a distraction.
Ivory and Mellow both screw up their faces and say, “Eeeeewwwwww” from behind them, while Brook holds a potato aloft.
Appeased, at least for the time being, Cascabel plucks his own apron off the hook on the wall and tugs it on over his head. “So. Making dinner, I see?”
“I was going to give Brook an important lesson in washing the potatoes.”
Mellow’s eyes widen as he looks from the pile of vegetables to the saucepan, just starting to simmer. “I want to help make dinner!”
Ivory raises her hand so fast that she nearly smacks her brother in the process. “I want to help, too!!”
“Alright!” Cascabel says, easily taking control of the attention of all three kids (while Even, fondly, rescued the potato from Brook before they could drop it). “Lesson number one: Only your dad and I can use the sharp knives—”
