Alice giggles. In fact, when they reach the kitchen, he is still giggling.
"Goddess of cake!" he says, sticking his head in. "Hi can we cook stuff?"
"Hi!" says the aforementioned goddess, turning around to cast an amused glance over both of them. "I don't know, can you?"
Unlike the lady of the house, Hilary does not wear gowns for casual occasions. She is wearing a dress, but it's a cheerful blue gingham thing that makes her look like she belongs in a household product ad from the 1950s. The pink nail polish, ruffly white apron, and subtle but exquisitely applied makeup only bolster this impression.
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Date: 2012-09-17 11:11 pm (UTC)"Goddess of cake!" he says, sticking his head in. "Hi can we cook stuff?"
"Hi!" says the aforementioned goddess, turning around to cast an amused glance over both of them. "I don't know, can you?"
Unlike the lady of the house, Hilary does not wear gowns for casual occasions. She is wearing a dress, but it's a cheerful blue gingham thing that makes her look like she belongs in a household product ad from the 1950s. The pink nail polish, ruffly white apron, and subtle but exquisitely applied makeup only bolster this impression.