woo, rock music

[pandion]

When Robin arrives on Sunday, Andi is in the front yard on a lawn chair, knotting a friendship bracelet safety-pinned to the knee of her jeans in robin's-egg blue and two shades of pink.

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She laughs. "Depends what mood I'm in! Here, I'll play you something fun."

She grabs a chair, sits down, and plays.



It turns out that Robin is a really good singer. Not bad at writing music, either. And her lyrics are adorable - it's a song about sweet things, and you can almost taste the chocolate.

[pandion]

"Now I'm hungry," laughs Andi. "I like that song!"

[hold_infinity]

"Me too," says Robin, grinning.

[pandion]

"Has it got a title?"

[hold_infinity]

"Nah, I'm shit at those," she says. "I just have it written down as 'Sweets'."

[pandion]

"Speaking of which wow I really want chocolate like right now, how do you feel about muffins, we could make muffins. I have this recipe with yogurt in it, it's good."

[hold_infinity]

"I feel great about muffins!"

[pandion]

"Awesome!" Off goes Andi to the kitchen. "Mom would make us wait till after lunch to eat them but she's off at - I forget what it is this week. Bella!" she hollers at the ceiling. "Remind me where Mom is!"

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"Book club, then ceramics class," Bella's voice replies faintly, "we might wind up meeting her at the Mexican place for dinner with her ceramics friends."

[hold_infinity]

"Your mum does ceramics?"

[pandion]

"Apparently," shrugs Andi. "She signs up for all kinds of things. If Bella says she has ceramics friends she's probably been doing it for a while, I don't really keep close track, it could just as easily have been origami or some nature hike group or an exciting new religion."

[hold_infinity]

"Well, that sounds fun and exciting."

[pandion]

"Occasionally one or the other of us will go with her to something," shrugs Andi. "Probably we got invited to ceramics a month ago and I just forgot."

[hold_infinity]

Robin giggles. "Did you go? You remember that much, right?"

[pandion]

"No, I didn't go," chuckles Andi, finding the muffin recipe card and starting to collect ingredients. "I went to her class on hand-bookbinding, in, um, May, I think that was the last thing I tagged along to."

[hold_infinity]

Robin puts her guitar away and hovers nearby.

"Did you bind any books?"

[pandion]

"Yeah. Little blank ones. Not enough pages in them for Bella to even want them for notebooks. We put them in the 'random arts and crafts to give away at Christmas' box."

[hold_infinity]

"There's a box for that?"

[pandion]

"Yeah. I guess it'll be full of little clay pots, soon. D'you wanna melt the butter?" Andi asks, gesturing at the freezer where butter may be found while she measures sugar into the mixer.

[hold_infinity]

"All right," says Robin. "What do I do?"

She manages to get the butter out of the freezer all by herself, at least.

[pandion]

"Just microwave it - there's bowls." There are bowls, a mismatched assortment of them, where she gestures. "Don't let it explode, stir it around every once in a while - you don't cook at all, huh?"

[hold_infinity]

"I don't cook a lot," says Robin. She picks a bowl, and checks the requisite amount of butter, and puts it in the bowl, and puts the bowl in the microwave.

[pandion]

"I cook more than Bella but Mom does most of it. At Dad's we take over, he's terrible, he lives on canned soup and sandwiches when we're not there."

[hold_infinity]

Robin snorts. "Sounds terrifying."

[pandion]

"He can, actually, cook fish, otherwise his house would just be this giant pile of fish with some beams and plaster in it, he goes fishing a lot. But you can't have fish all the time." She takes the butter out of the microwave, observes it to be mostly melted, calls it good, and starts mixing it with the sugar. She measures salt.