The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Thursday (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

Winsol had been going on now for several days. The family had just decamped from SaDiablo Hall in Dhemlan back home to Glacia to continue the festivities in their own home. There would be several more days of formal events, but this evening was just for family and close friends (specifically friends close enough to be family). The children were tumbling around like puppies, a mix of Earth and Kaeleeran carols were playing from floating music spheres scattered throughout the suite, fires crackled in the large hearths, and food and punch and hot spiced rum were piled high on the sideboards throughout. "Happy Winsol!" Karla said, holding up her cup in a toast.

"Happy Winsol!" the room chorused back to her.

[Open to residents of Glacia, dear friends, and anyone who thinks they'd have gotten an invite]

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[glacial_queen]

"It depends on how you look at things," Karla said, using her 'being reasonable at unreasonable males' voice. "I assure you, I have no intention getting involved in whatever you two get up to--" and enjoy that horrifying and/or delightful (or both!) mental image there, Jaime "--but friends share things. Like gossip, information, and tips to make things even better the next time."

She gave him a coy look from under her lashes. "For the both of you."

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime aimed a Look at Karla. "What makes you think we need any advise from you?" Besides the obvious fact that Jaime was totally clueless.

[glacial_queen]

"Because sex is a skill," Karla pointed out bluntly. "And, as a Healer and Black Widow, I was taught about it long before I was even allowed to start doing it."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Who said anything about sex?" Jaime said, voice far to squeaky to be remotely convincing.

[glacial_queen]

"Your inability to lie at all?" Karla suggested. "What else would have you so flaily and defensive that Momoko would be a 'participant' in?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"It could be anything!"

No, Jaime. No it couldn't.

[glacial_queen]

"Like what?" Karla challenged. "Seriously, Jaime, go ahead. Name something."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Uh..."

He could do this...

Come on, Jaime. Think!

"Maybe she finally asked for baking lessons because she wanted to be a better baker than you, but didn't want to know she didn't love your cookies more than mine?"

Yeah. That could totally be it.

[glacial_queen]

"Out of curiosity, just how dumb do you think I am?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Um... not... very?"

That was the right answer, right?

Right?

[glacial_queen]

Maybe if it hadn't been in the form of a question...

"Then you knew from the get-go that I was not about to buy that terrible excuse for an excuse for a minute right?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"What do you mean, terrible?" It was perfectly accurate!

Well, except for the part about Momoko taking it as motivation.

[glacial_queen]

"Do you need the dictionary definition of terrible?" Karla asked. "Because that was pretty much it in a nutshell."

[weldedtomyspine]

"You're terrible!"

You knew Jaime was in trouble when he resorted to the retorts of a six-year-old.

[glacial_queen]

Fortunately, Karla had experience now dealing with small children.

"Well, yes," she said, unperturbed. "That doesn't make me wrong, however."

[weldedtomyspine]

"And what makes you think you're so right, anyway?"