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SPOILER!!: *doesn't know anymore* Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo 
One thing was evident today; she and Zeke had VERY different ways of keeping out of trouble. Yup. He was trying to be brave about this, badge of honour and everything but it wasn't her, not at all and she wasn't raised that way. Sucking up was the best way to get out of trouble with her Uncle, the more convincing the better so she'd stand here hugging him for as long as she needed to. The 9 year old wasn't cut out for punishment.
She was nodding eagerly as Zeke spoke up again. Yes, leave Ashley out of this please. Zeke wanted to go down with this ship, and she was already drilled on not drowning. A scowl set in though when he mumbled about potions. SHHHHHHHH!! Not helping!! Only one of them needed to be in trouble here, she'd tried taking the blame and now she was saving her skin. This meant letting Zeke rattle on about a whole bunch of things she didn't know the meaning of either because they were English words she'd never heard before or because she'd never learned them in daily speech, either way she wasn't fessing up to anything that she didn't understand. Merlin knew what kind of punishment she'd get for those. Jail time maybe!!
Mon dieu! Stop talking Zeke!!! Ashley shifted to get a look at the boy who was suggesting all kinds of ridiculous things. Apologizing was sorta fine but all that other stuff? "That stuff doesn't apply to me too, does it?" She asked, clearly taken aback by the boy's voluntarism. "I'm.....not doing any of that." Noooope. "Your bed's too big and my arms are too small, I can't do...community service and I'll tell Maman you called me a pain in the butt if you make me apologize for that." Her brows crinkled in all seriousness because somehow this joke had gotten really serious.
Her serious looks were broken when she was suddenly yanked off her Uncle and into another hug by Zeke. No complaining about this. She could play this part perfectly. "I forgive you, we'll just have to try our luck another day." The last part was obviously meant for his ear only mid-hug. Releasing him, she scowled at her uncle before looking to Emily. She couldn't convince her, there was no way, even with Avery trying to help....until she said that. "Sorry Avery, guess we can't have ice-cream today." And a great show of holding her stomach too. The girl was allergic to punishment, couldn't they tell? When they got home she would get her mother to take them for some.
.......Oh. Merlin.
Gavin blinked down at the child he'd convinced Emily to adopt, suddenly questioning every choice he'd ever made in his life. This boy....this one right here....he didn't even know. The Senior Undersecretary stared at him, not knowing what to make of his perceptions then subsequent offers. "I take it back." He muttered, still a little stunned. "You taught him well." TOO well but he wouldn't say that.
He glanced down at his niece and her many protests. None of them surprized him. None. "I don't want you in my room in the first place, community service...we won't talk about," Too many selfless people standing around, ahem, "and you are a pain in the butt." He said, giving her a light jab to the forehead. Those wouldn't work for her for obvious reasons. "Make me an offer, or I'll draft up one myself." Like Zeke here who was offering him a handshake and an apology to boot. Gavin gave him a firm but quick shake. Apology accepted.
And a quick glance at Emily on the ice-cream issue Avery had brought up. It was good bait and would have worked if their mother wasn't Ariella Isaacs."Actually, I think ice-cream's a wonderful idea." He concluded. "I can have a special one made for you Ashley, it'll fix you right up." Or have her with an actual stomach ache, you could never really be sure these days. His niece was smart. He could bank on that much if nothing else. The right choices had to be made now.
Was Zeke really gonna do all that stuff? Wouldn't he get tired? What if he woke up and didn't wanna spread her bed one morning? Did he know what he was SAYING?? Avery watched quietly, happy she didn't have to make any promises to anyone because she didn't have anything to offer except hugs and the lie that she'd never do it again. She grinned down at Zeke for his apology. "It's okay, you got me a mustache, remember?"
Hold on, whaaaaat? "No ice-cream? But but but Uncle Gavin promised." She whined, looking from Emily to Ashley then to her uncle. Why were they changing their minds? It wasn't her fault Ashley and Zeke ran away. The little girl only relaxed when her Uncle promised ice-cream would still happen. Good. She didn't care about anything else.
This was it, the worst of it was over, and the rest he could get out of if he played his cards right. He HAD been ambitious in electing his punishment, and for good reason. But by the time the putting things back and sorry's were over with, she'd be content with him making things up at a later time... and by then, she'll have forgotten all about it. Hopefully. He just needed to make her forget. There were potions for that too, yes? Or better yet, he could ask Rusty for a favour. He was all sorts of awesome, and he had a bro code, no?
Zeke didn't much mind that Gavin and Emily were talking about him like he wasn't here, it said good things about him, even if Gavin was being a bit of a butthead about it all. Either way, not important, his partner in crime was. Ashley hugs were good hugs, and they were even better when they were accompanied by whispered scheming, "I'm counting on it," he whispered back into her hair. Heh, this adventure may have come to an end, but they would become savvier, and the next time would be even better. In turn, Gavin's handshake, however brief it was, had earned him brownie points and he knew it. Emily liked when he made efforts with Gavin, which was usually very easy when the man wasn't stealing her time away from him. Today was one of those days, so it was win win.
"Do you want a Frenchman's mustache? Or a middle aged mans mustache?" he asked, offering Avery choices. He'd still need to pay for them, ahem, maybe, unless Emily conveniently forgot as they were leaving - which was possible considering ice cream would be involved.
"I'll..... get started on those," Zeke decided about the clothes he and Ashley had collected and so kindly dumped on the change room floor. He didn't say he'd put them back neatly, just that he'd put them back - or hide them somewhere out of the way. He'd be done and out in no time. Content with the fact that Zeke was now behaving like an orderly and respectable gentleman, Emily tilted her head at Gavin, her hand slipping out of his as she folded her arms across her chest instead. So now she had taught him well? That was a change of tune. "I have my ways, just as you have yours," she replied, interested to see what kind of deal he and Ashley might strike for her part in whatever it is this was. Because it was evident she wasn't the victim she suddenly made herself out to be, again, such a change in tune considering her earlier proclamations of being the one at fault. The Isaacs had a tendency to flip-flop, apparently.
The ice cream saga she could overlook, if only because it suited her as much as it would suit the kids, so Gavin insisting it was still a go-ahead didn't receive so much as a brow raise from her. They'd have words later, or not. "If you insist, I'm not complaining," she mused out loud in Gavin's direction, but she spared the smallest of smiles for Avery. "And Zeke, no cutting corners," she warned, her eyes still on Avery as the boy turned back to the change room.
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