 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Logan's mind, as it usually did, was pulling him in a million different directions. There was Beans who needed attention (not that the dog had asked for it, though he seemed to be enjoying the petting); he wanted an explanation about the whole locked door thing; then the boy realized that he wouldn't have minded eating something to hold him until it was time for supper (which was -- what? -- in a few hours, but that was simply too long of a wait). It was only just now, after his mother's teasing, that he realized that he hadn't been very polite with the whole barging in thing. Habits were hard to break.
"Hiiiiiii, Mum. I'm doing fiiiiiiine, Mum. How are yooooooou, Mum?" he replied, finally addressing her properly. But, of course, the hair ruffling caused him to make a face. Why did everyone feel the need to do that?
The face remained when she explained why the door had been locked and he couldn't just walk right on in. He did understand the whole barging in thing, he did. But she was his mum, and he was her son. Wasn't it his job to barge right in? "But I did make it known I was coming, no? Not really barging in if you knew I was coming." He had been pretty loud with all that shouting. And what he had done was much, much different from the antics of his younger sister.
Naturally, the topic about the locked door was set aside, likely not to be brought up until the next time it happened, because he was now focused on the snacks that he now knew the location of. After giving Beans a few more pats, Logan pushed himself up from the floor and darted over to the cabinet, flinging it open. Was he going to have to look in the very back to find the good snacks like at home? "I asked to be polite," he told her cheekily as he rummaged.
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