Room 429, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

It had been a long day, and Reno had gotten permission to beat people up for candy, which meant that Deadpool was the coolest adult ever. But, as really cool days tended to go, there was always a time when wee Renos had to retire to their bedrooms again, in order to pull on their pyjamas and get ready for be-

"WEASEL! WEASEL WEASEL WEASEL!!!"

Maybe not get ready for bed so much. There was a time when wee Renos had to harass the poor ferret, instead.

Honk!

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[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"That's better. Maybe we should give him some food? Weasels like food. It says so in my books."

[raspberryturk]

Ooooh. That was a good idea!

Reno thought on that for a moment, and then blinked up at Edmund. "What kinda food do weasels like?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund didn't like to look like he didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't have his books here, so he made something up. "Jam sandwiches."

[raspberryturk]

"Everyone likes jam sammiches," Reno agreed, reaching out to pick up the ferret again. "I bet weasels like 'em with extra jam! So they're all sticky and sweet!"

That was, after all, how Reno liked them.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Of course they do!" Ed approved. "Where can we get jam sandwiches from?"

[raspberryturk]

"Ummmmmm." That was a good question. "I bet we could phone someone for delivery or somethin' like that!"

Did Pizza Planet deliver jam sandwiches?

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"I've never used the telephone before. I'm not allowed."

[raspberryturk]

"I can use it!" That was a wee Reno that just blurred on by, squeezing on to the ferret with one arm while he picked up the phone and started hitting numbers. "Who do we wanna call?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Ummmmmmm," Edmund made a long, drawn out noise while he tried to think of somewhere. "The jam sandwich shop!" It existed in his head.

[raspberryturk]

Good enough! Reno mashed a few more random numbers, and then he grinned.

"It's ringing," he reported.

Mako honked. It was a woeful honk.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Ed shuffled in closer, trying to listen to the phone as well. "Is anyone there?" he whispered. "Who's speaking?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno wrinkled his nose and made a face.

"It's the hopperator," he said. "Tellin' me that the number I dialed is broken, yo."

It was the number's fault. And that was why he had to smack a few of the numbers on the phone until a real person picked up.

"I want jam sammiches," he announced.

This was going to go well.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Three please!" Edmund added a little louder than he should have been. "With the crusts cut off!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno made a face as the operator said something on the other end.

"She wants to know where our parents are," he reported back to Edmund. "Cause they're s'posed to be the ones makin' us sammiches."

Operators were meanieheads, Reno decided.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund frowned and yelled into the telephone. "They're not here and it's just us and we would like some sandwiches please! If you can't give us some, can you tell us where to get some? We have a very hungry weasel here."

[raspberryturk]

Reno listened closely, and then frowned some more.

"She's laughin' at us."

Big, big meanies. The whole lot of 'em.

"An' now I think she hanged up!"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Now how are we supposed to get jam sandwiches?" Edmund pouted, but the pout was quickly replaced by an idea. "I know! Mummy makes jam sandwiches and she's not here, but maybe we can find another girl to make some!"

[raspberryturk]

"Ooooh! That's a good idea!"

Because girls were natural jam sandwich makers!

"Just so long as we don't find a girl with cooties. Because cootie girls are groooooss."

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund looked terribly worried all of a sudden. "What are cooties?"

[raspberryturk]

"They're like little squiggly green things that get in between your toes and make your spit turn green, and you catch 'em from girls!"

Reno knew everything. Really.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Ed's face went white. "All girls?"

[raspberryturk]

"Most of them!" A beat. "Except adult ones who make jam sammiches," he amended.

Nothing could possibly be cootieful about jam sammiches.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"B-but I've been around girls. Does that mean I have cooties? I don't want to die of cooties!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno frowned at that.

"It's too late," he said solemnly. "You only have one hope."

He'd be a minute, thinking up what kind of cure there could possibly be for cooties. Cooties were pretty nefarious, after all.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Ed started tearing up, but he managed not to cry yet. He just looked miserable. He was going to die because of his stupid sisters. "What hope?"