Room 307, Sunday Midday

[justbeingbay]

Bay had noticed the random children the day before, and been smugly grateful it seemed to have passed her by. It wasn't that she was completely opposed to having kids someday, but right now? She didn't even really like to babysit.

She sprawled on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine as she appreciated her good fortune.

[OOC: Primarily for one, but open!]

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Yeah, that smug mood? Not going to last. Francesca had decided exploring the island was much more interesting without her mom around. But today, she was finally ready to go see Bay.

She pounded on the door.

[justbeingbay]

"Sheesh, what, is there a fire?" Bay called as she climbed off the bed, irritated. "And if you're looking for your dad, he's found someplace else to be. You don't need to break down the --"

And then she finally got the door open, and was confronted by what looked like a slightly younger version of herself with dyed-red hair.

"--door."

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Francesca's hands flew as she signed her reply.

Hi Mom, took you long enough. You look really young. How are you? I want to go get pizza and then maybe we can go to D.C. or something 'cause this island blows.

[justbeingbay]

Bay squinted at the girl, concentrating hard on the signing.

"Okay," she said, speaking slowly as she tried to sign back. "I got 'mom' and 'pizza' and 'blows' out of that, but, um...."

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The girl sighed. "Your signing is awful," she informed Bay, using her voice and her hands this time. Her speech was clear but carried a slight deaf accent. "It's okay. Dad mentioned you used to suck at it. You get better. Plus, I have hearing in one ear."

She flipped back one side of her hair, displaying a teal-colored hearing aid.

"So -- pizza?"

[justbeingbay]

"I haven't had a lot of excuses to practice lately," Bay said, indignant. But she suspected whoever-she-was was right: She felt badly off her game in ASL, and she was going to have to Skype with Daphne much more often. "Wait, your dad is deaf?"

Oh, great. Like it was hard to tell where this one was going.

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Francesca rolled her eyes. "My dad is Emmett," she confirmed. "When other-you told me this might happen, she mentioned you wouldn't believe that part. Which is ridiculous, you two are amazing together."

[justbeingbay]

"Where the whole part about my kid showing up and being practically my age, that's totally logical," Bay snarked back, and beckoned to the girl as she went to sit on the bed. Like Francesca, she kept signing (probably badly) as she spoke. "Come on. First tell me your name, then we can get pizza."

The idea she'd end up with Emmett made her pleasantly tingly. It was implausible, but the tingly bits of her didn't know that.

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"You signed 'lousy' for 'logical,'" Francesca told her, but obligingly sat. "Hi. I'm Francesca." She showed her name sign instead of finger-spelling Francesca -- 'music' but with her fingers shaped into a finger-alphabet 'f.'

[justbeingbay]

Bay noticed the name sign. "You make music?" she asked. "What, like your -- Uncle Toby?"

The idea of Toby being anybody's uncle was bizarre, but given how her day was going she was just gonna roll with it.

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"I drum," Francesca told her. "Like Dad. But Uncle Toby showed me some chords, yeah."

[justbeingbay]

"Cool," Bay decided, because it was. She went to get her jacket. "So ... I'm thinking we should get that pizza before we play 20 questions."

It struck her as the kind of thing that would go much easier on a full stomach.

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"I knew you were smart, tiny mom," Francesca said happily.