Hyperion | Saturday Evening
Apr. 24th, 2010 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sensethevisionsPhoebe had decided that after a day playing tag and hide and seek -- with who, only Phoebe could say -- it was time for food.
And something to drink, too.
That would be why she was sitting on the floor of the kitcken drinking from a can of soda while she looked at all of the things she had pulled out of the refrigerator and cabinets. As she drank her soda she was trying to figure out how to make all of this stuff into dinner of some kind. After all, Grams did it all of the time and Phoebe watched her a lot. Therefore Phoebe should know how to do it too, right?
Well, to four year old Phoebe, this logic made a lot of sense.
After finishing her soda, she opened another one and started putting the ingredients in piles by color.
She'd figure out how to make dinner eventually. Right?
[[OOC: Open for Hyperion residents, guests or phone calls.]]
And something to drink, too.
That would be why she was sitting on the floor of the kitcken drinking from a can of soda while she looked at all of the things she had pulled out of the refrigerator and cabinets. As she drank her soda she was trying to figure out how to make all of this stuff into dinner of some kind. After all, Grams did it all of the time and Phoebe watched her a lot. Therefore Phoebe should know how to do it too, right?
Well, to four year old Phoebe, this logic made a lot of sense.
After finishing her soda, she opened another one and started putting the ingredients in piles by color.
She'd figure out how to make dinner eventually. Right?
[[OOC: Open for Hyperion residents, guests or phone calls.]]
