dì​sì​; the red shoes.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is sprawled out on the ground - again, let's be honest, she's done this sort of thing before - with multi-coloured markers and a book of fairy tales stolen from the library on the Plane. On first glance she appears to be annotating it; on further inspection, it becomes clear that she's not so much annotating as editing, crossing out whole sections and writing new ones in the margins, pointing out fallacies, and occasionally drawing diagrams. She's fixing it, you see! Making it better. It may or may not be a very valuable edition.

You'll thank her later.]

Comments

[bwahahabeetle.livejournal.com]

We could. Want to? [He gives her a little grin]

{Yeah see I am just faily. Or something.}

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[:DDDDDD]

[bwahahabeetle.livejournal.com]

Awesome. Which way is it?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River stands up properly, leaving her markers and such in a mess because CANDY! She approves of this.

Somewhat impishly:] Lead on. [And then she does! Hopefully he won't let her near anything sharp or dangerous, like when she tried to make pancakes.]

[bwahahabeetle.livejournal.com]

[Eh, they'll probably come back to them eventually. If not, Ted will sneak back and clean them up. He grins and follows her.]

Thanks.