"I think that might be one request I simply cannot fill for you, Daphadil." Cue wounded puppy look. Plymouth didn't LIKE being called unreasonable, and even more, he didn't know what do about Daphne THINKING he was being so. Plymouth held her hand up to let her sit, then placed her hand on her knee.

Plymouth's smile returned, or at least a slightly faded version of it, at EDIBLE berries. Daphne had him at edible berries. " Plymmy Blueberries. And if you eat too many, they cause giddiness. Extreme giddiness. Life threatening giddiness that is only cured by a Daffodil." So maybe Plymouth was thinking big and being silly. Daphne would probably not approve, so Plymouth waited for her to tell him he was wrong.

Daphadil's WERE good for Plymmy's though. Nyeah.

"Giddiness?" repeated Daphne in that awful habit of hers, tapping her pouting lips with her index finger. "That does seem like a proper side effect," she cooed lastly, tilting her head slightly to look up at Plymouth through her lashes. If Daffodils were the cure to extreme giddiness caused by Plymy Blueberries what was the cure to swirly stomachs caused by a one Plymouth Morgan?

Merlin! He had long lashes; sigh. Before she could stop herself, she was reaching out already to brush her finger against his lashes softly. EEEEEP!

Plymouth would have probably blinked, but something was going ON here. His eyes darted to the left, then right. Was there something at his face??? "Err.... Daph? Darlin', what are you doing?" For the first time ever, Plymouth reached up to take Daphne's wrist and hold it. No, really - what was she doing?

Err...

"Youuu," she hesitated licking her lips. "Had a lil' somethin' somethin' there!" finished the blond lamely before pulling away and inspecting her fingers and knuckles, really reaaally closely.

"Didya get it?" Plymouth asked, tilting his back a little and leaning her way. "What was it? Not an eye booger, I hope. You'd have to go wash your hands and I'd rather you just stay right where you are." Plymouth blinked rapidly at her and kept leaning for her to confirm that she'd gotten ... whatever it was.

"Erm," stammered the Gryffindor, buying herself some time. Lying was so hard to do! Why did anyone lie? In fact, how come some could do it so easily? And why in a world where there was magic, singing bushes and divining ducks was Plymouth Morgan getting even closer to her face, with those pretty eyes and incredibly distracting eyelashes? "UH...it's just...I thiiiiiink," she continued rubbing the spot right underneath his eye. "I think it's stuck there. No! You...look up! Keep looking at the ceiling."

Rub. Rub. Rub.

Plymouth's eye started to water profusely. He was trying not to blink, failing, and looking up at the ceiling. Or, trying to. Again, it was another fail because he wanted to watch Daphne. "Daphne! Use spit or something, you're going to chafe my face!"

Almost immediately, she removed her finger and gasped at Plymouth's suggestion. "Plymouth Morgan!" Cue Mother-like tone. "That is disgusting. I would never use my own spit to clean your face. And no, I'm not about to use your own spit to clean your face either."

Shifting her gaze from where she'd been staring at the now red spot to his nose, she swallowed.

Poke.

Well why not? Spit was as good a cleaner as anything. It was pretty harmless... Plymouth reached up to cover his eye with his hand. "I thought you wanted me to be a knight and NOT a pirate. Did you change your mind?" Plymouth grinned at her, but he was a little concerned for his face.


Oh NO... was there something on his NOSE too?? He scrunched his nose up at her. "You're being funny, Daphne. I like it. I have no idea what to think of it, but I do like it."

"I...never said I wanted you to be a Knight," drawled Daphne wagging a finger in the air. Not exactly, in any case. Lastly, she gave Plymouth's nose a small rub, just to disperse any suspicions. "That's that. You're all clean!" He was already clean before but there was no need to point that out.

Plymouth shrugged. He somehow doubted he had anything on his face to start with, but he let it go. It wasn't worth bringing it back up with Daphne... being... well friendly.

Dooby dooby doo. Where was CellBell?


Plymouth slid farther down the wall until he was full out laying on the floor. He swiveled around so that he was using Daphne's knee as a pillow. "Maybe she... forgot me."

Raising her arms, she kept them up at around her shoulder's height, wondering what she should do with them now that Plymouth had taken it upon himself to lay his head on her lap. "Who forgot about you? Oh--Celandine? I doubt it. I think maybe she just--got sidetracked." Daphne suddenly worried. Hopefully, wherever Cela had gone to fetch whatever she needed wasn't below them and...currently being flooded. EEEP!

"What are you doing with your arms, Daphadil?" Daphne Hopton was doing all sorts of things that were confusing the dragon dung out of him. He raised his own arms up, offering her TWO high fives, since she clearly wanted to play. "Probably. Copernicus maybe. Or she forgot."

"Holding them away from you," she stated in a plain tone. That was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Then his hands were facing her and she wrinkled her nose down at them before--clapping her hands against his. There. Now what? "You suddenly sound very pessimistic. I don't think she's forgotten." That was ridiculous. Celandine would never forget about them.

Well, she was certain Celly would never forget about her. "Although that Kettleburn could be the reason behind her tardiness."

She really didn't like him. Much.

Plymouth bounced her hands off of his, then caught them, then bounced them. He liked the little clappy sound they made when their hands met, so he kept doing it. "Well that would figure. I don't think my chest could handle that," Plymouth confessed. He just wouldn't be able to survive getting his CellBell back and then losing her again so quickly. No. THAT was not happening.

"Nah. That's not it. Today is a good day and that wouldn't happen." Plymouth titled his head to look over at Daphne. He started to say something, thought better of it, and simply went, "hehe."

Bounce. Bounce.

Celandine did the walking three times past the wall thingy and entered the room, relieved to see it looked nothing like it had last time she'd been in here.

"Haaaaiiii! Sorry I took a while I wanted to get my things, potiony stuff, Nico's book, some snacks." Cela dumped her bag down and grinned at Plym and Daphne.

Keeping up their hand play, Daphne frowned down upon Plymouth. He kept doing that thing where it seemed like he was going to say what he was thinking but ended up saying a different thing entirely. Pity that Miss Hopton wasn't a mind reader. It also wasn't like she could caaast her eeeye into the future. No matter how many Divination books she borrowed from her Father. "Then, if that wouldn't happen because it's a good day. What would happen?"

Yes, what happened on good days, really? Good was relative. And gooooood was CELANDINE TOUSSAINT! Instinctively, Daphne pushed shoved Plymouth off her knee and jumped up. "You seeeee!" she squeaked and gestured at Cela. "I told you she didn't forget about us."

Heh. Wow. Why was she nervous?

The back of Plymouth's head smacked the floor. Blink, blink. Oooo stars... pretty... He just laid there, dazed and confused.

"Hey CellBell.."


Blinkblinkblink.

"Why would I forget about either of you ever?" Cela was puzzled and clearly surprised at the thought. She brightened and beamed at Daph and...

"Oh! ZOMG are you okay?" Celandine dropped to her knees and leaned over to peer at Plymouth. "I can fix you if you're broke. I'm really good at healing spells."

"Oh! Sorry, Morgan!" exclaimed the blond, cringing at the sound of Plymouth's head smacking the floor. Tugging on a strand of her hair nervously, she shrugged. "Plymouth had the craziest idea that you'd forgotten about us."

Crazy. Really. Looking down at the Ravenclaw boy, Daphne wrinkled her brow. "Are you okay?"

"Mmmmmm," Plymouth pondered whether or not he was okay. Looking up, seeing his CellBell and Daphadil? Yep. He was okay. He was just fine. He fell down all the time, so no big deal. Though, it appeared odd injuries like face chaffing and head trauma might be an issue with time spent with Daphne. Hmm.


"Gimme a hand up?" Plymouth offered a hand to both girls. "Daphadil was PUMPED up to see you, I reckon." Though, Plymouth was too. Always was.


Grabby hands.

"Well," Celandine brushed her fingers through Plym's hair, checking for damage, "You seeeeeeeeem alright but stand up slowly okay Plymmy?" She grabbed his hand with both of hers and leaned backwards, sticking her butt out and planting her feet.

Heavy.


Boy.


"Daaaaaaaaphne, help?"

Humm hummmmmm hummity hummm.

"How long were you waiting? I got distracted by Varius and Garret and by getting supplies."

"Oh, yes. Mighty pumped up," quipped the blond pursing her lips before stepping next to Celandine. "Now help us help you," she muttered at Plymouth wrapping her fingers around his wrist and--puuuulled.

Why was he such a big boy?

"How long?" Time didn't seem like an issue. "I can't say."

Plymouth WAS getting to be a big boy, especially compared to current company. He struggled up, keeping both their hands in his. "Hehe." Plymouth swung both their hands with that "happiest boy on earth" sort of smile.

Might have been the blow to the head.


He WOULD have suggest booboo kisses but 1. Cela and Plymouth kisses were probably not a good idea [even though he'd TOTALLY got one earlier hehe] and 2. Daphne Hopton would splutter at the very thought.


So, he didn't suggest it. But he did THINK it. Plymouth couldn't pick one of them to grin at, so he just kept going back and forth, back and forth. It's possible that he didn't remember why they were even THERE anymore. "I did the arm thing and she didn't like it too much," Plymouth told Cela, then WINKED at Daphne.


Idiot.

"You can't? It's a secret?" well Cela could roll with that. Secrets. She winked conspirationally at Daphne and wriggled her hips a bit.

Then she pointed at Daphne's tummy incase her friend didn't get it.

Swinging.

"Oh she didn't?" Cela looked at Daphne in surprise, "What about your butt? I think, Daphne likes butts too. Eyes? Smile?" Celandine looked anxiously between Daff and Plym a few times and finally shrugged it off and skipped over to her bag.

She busied herself emptying things out on the table.