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[...unsurprising, if disgusting. Well, one thing at a time.

Long legs elegantly hidden behind a tidy grey wool skirt and smart leather boots carry the witch behind the scampering child, and they reach the kitchen together.]

Are you going to help today, or would you rather I made a sandwich for you?

[Not leaving a yes or no answer might prompt her to talk a little more, she hopes.]

[From the floor, Lilly pulls herself onto the counter, and from there climbs up on top of the fridge.]

Sannich.

[Initially worried that she'll fall, Narcissa notices the ease with which Lilly perches up high, and decides to leave her be.]

You're to supervise, I see. Perhaps I should call you clever monkey, and not clever kitten, hmm?

[Bread removed from the breadbox, she sets it down by the chopping board and moves to the fridge.]

Mind your legs while I open the door.

[She pulls her legs up out of the way, tucking them under her chin and wrapping her arms around them. Tilting her head to the side, she watches Narcissa's movements carefully, interested in what she's going to pull out of the refrigerator.]

[Margarine, since there's no butter. One makes do. Cheese, lettuce, a tomato on the verge of over-ripening, and she spies a packet (packet!) of ham - all are gathered expertly into hands that have been making sandwiches for many, many years, and placed neatly by the chopping board.

Two slices of bread are laid out, and a knife goes into the butter. Margarine.]

[Lilly continues watching Narcissa work. When she's focused on buttering (margarining?) the bread, though, a little hand comes out to swipe at the ham, attempting to steal a piece.]

[Nice try, little one, but Narcissa is used to sneaky hands - and these ones are very grubby. Deftly moving the ham out of the way, she peels a slice off and hands it up to Lilly's perch on the fridge.]

Mind you don't take a dive.

[Elegant fingers go back to sandwich fixing, and a sharper knife slices neatly through the tomato.]

[She makes a face and a grunt of protest when the ham is taken, but happily accepts the slice. That'll keep her occupied for a bit-- she isn't hungry enough to wolf it down on gulps, so she sits and takes reasonable bites as she watches Narcissa continue to cook.]

[Her lips twitch in a smile at both the protest and the acceptance. Lilly won't have to wait too long, though; sandwiches are easily assembled, and soon enough Narcissa has two with ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato ready to be eaten.]

Are you going to stay up there, or will you sit at the table with me?

[Lilly considers this. She doesn't really like sitting at tables, but it might be kind of hard to get her food when she's all the way on top of the fridge. So instead of doing either, she climbs down and sits on the floor, back leaning against the counters.]

[Hardly ideal, but if it's what she wants...]

Start with this piece, and let me know when you're ready for another. I'll be here at the table, so all you need do is ask.

[A small triangle of sandwich - one quarter - is held out for Lilly to take.]

[She grabs it and starts chowing down-- not in the manner of someone who's starving, but like someone who's been waiting eagerly for it to be fixed and ready to eat.]

Yum yum.

[Said with her mouth full.]

[When she smiles - truly smiles - Narcissa is a beautiful woman, and there's nothing so complimentary as someone enjoying a meal prepared for them.]

I'm glad you like it, little one.

[Her own sandwich is eaten much more neatly.]

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