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You... Billie... there's no...

Papa Wolf! [cuuuuuue paniced hyperventilating. Del got a baby.

Why did Del get their baby? Del can't take care of a baby. Gonna sit on the floor now.]

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[A giggle, and she kicks her legs so they swing in the air]

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[sets about making the mac'n cheese, and a few minutes later, Billie has a bowl of mac'n cheese in front of her]

There you go.

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[Muffled through food. Del was never great with the manners teaching]

Thank you...

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[small smile]

You're welcome.

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[Del lifts herself onto the table to sit, watching her daughter eat]

Who was yours?

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My partner?

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The mini.

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Oh. I had a little boy. Robert, I think his name was.

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Nice?

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Yeah, it was.

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She creates curly-cues~

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[a bit of a smile]

Does she?

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[A hum.]

The good curly cues.

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Good. That's good.

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[A clink, and Billie is holding her bowl out for inspection]

Cookies?

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[looks over and sees the empty bowl with a grin]

I think you've earned a cookie or two.