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Dr. Leslie Thompkins ([personal profile] lesliethompkins) wrote2012-10-07 07:52 pm
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At The Blue Water Bistro

A corner patio table is her reward for being early. She orders herself an iced tea and takes a moment to people watch. It's good to feel the breeze on her face.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't kidding when he'd told her that this place held a lot of memories. Not least the dates with Babs, so long ago. It's almost like that was in another world, another place, these days; so much is different -- though his love for the redhead who's now been his wife for some years hasn't diminished, merely grown stronger and deeper with time. No better evidence is there for that argument than the dark haired seven year old who walks alongside her mother's chair, one hand on her arm and the other holding her father's. It's a perfect fall day, with a crisp smell heralding the seasons' change in the air coming off the river as the morning clouds begin to clear: a good day, in other words, to meet an old friend.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Has it really been so long? Mary looks nothing like the last time Leslie saw her. She's no longer a toddler. Instead, a young lady approaches. Barbara and Dick haven't changed at all. There's still that characteristic glow of a loving relationship. The joyous scene and reunion makes her smile.

"My goodness, how you've grown."

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Too long. The young Mary has a confident gait borne from her multiple classes in gymnastics -- and trapeze, of course -- giving her more fluidity, poise, control and grace of movement for her age. Today she's wearing dark blue track pants and a sweater and her round face breaks into a bright smile reminiscent of her father's as she drops Dick's hand to cross the last few metres to the table at a jog for her customary hug.

"She's been eating her greens," Dick says as he catches up. "Well. Green pieces of cereal," he concedes.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Leslie has enough hugs to go around. She wraps her arms around Mary and plants a kiss on the top of her head. Then she embraces both parents. "Taking after her father in so many ways," she teases.

[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Fortunately not in all ways," replies the woman who's had many conversations on the topic of socks and the proper place for same. "How've you been, Leslie?"

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," she answers immediately. She looks it too. For once, she's actually well rested. "How about yourself?"

[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Babs waggles a hand back and forth. "Busy. Work. Trying to keep up with a child who seems to be part bird."

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't want it any other way," she suspects. She can't get over how different Mary looks.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What'd you expect when you married a Robin?" Dick replies with his trademark grin, as he pulls a chair out next to the good doctor for Mary to sit.

[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eggs for breakfast every morning," she deadpans.

Mary doesn't scramble into her chair. It's more of a vault.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Leslie wonders if Mary will also inherit her parents' sense of humor along with their athletic abilities.

"Well, I hope you don't eat like a bird," she comments to their young daughter.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Today is a Bottomless Pit kind of day," he replies as he sits between the two women. "She's already eaten two waffles, a handful of baby carrots, a granola bar and the best part of a quarter bag of Goldfish. That was before nine, I'll add."

Mary beams brightly, clearly proud of herself for this gastronomical achievement.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs. "What did you eat after nine?"

[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let-tuce wraps," Mary says, emphasizing the double consonant.

"But no dipping sauce yet," her mother adds.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-08 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"With all the jumping and bounding you've done since breakfast, I have no doubt that you're absolutely starving. I understand the mac and cheese is fantastic. I tried to order it once but they said I was too old for the kids menu."

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-10-11 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Mary looks horrified at the idea that one of her favorite people cannot have macaroni and cheese. "But that's silly," she says, "Daddy makes macaroni and cheese, why can't you have any?"

"Well... admittedly, it's from a box most of the time..."

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-18 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think a great many people are under the mistaken impression that once you get to be my age, you no longer have a taste for it. How you can possibly outgrow cheese is beyond me."

[identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com 2012-10-18 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm never going to outgrow cheese," declares Mary. "Daddy eats it, and Mommy eats it, and they're big and old."

Mary's mother looks at Mary's father. She doesn't even try to hide her smile.

[identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com 2012-10-18 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
And Leslie doesn't try to suppress her chuckle. "Out of the mouths of babes."

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2012-11-15 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, trust me, she reminds me of the fact that I'm old every chance she gets, it seems like. Sometimes I even believe it." He grins back at the lovely redhead beside him. "Just as well lactose intolerance doesn't run in the family, huh kiddo?" He reaches over and ruffles Mary's hair, much to her irritation.