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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"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.