Right now, we're just looking for the exit.

GRACIE: frowned, when Téa nabbed a small bite of her poptart. It was the third one she’d made, after a disastrous attempt to toaster oven the first two, ending up in very, very burnt chocolatey goodness. When she heard Daphy begin to talk, Gracie whipped her head around, her eyes grazing over her sister, smiling at the feeling of happiness that coarsed through her veins whenever they included her in things. As she listened, Gracie leant her body against the kitchen counter, and let herself slide to the floor- her legs spread out like a child. Once Daphne had finished- or what Gracie had assumed was finished, she spoke out, in a small mumble as her mouth was filled with poptart. “You wunt me?” She questioned, her eyes lighting up at the thought of someone wanting to love her. Especially when there was two someones, and they were the two people in the whole world that Gracie loved the most. “But… I don’t know what I’m doing…” Gracie’s eyes darted to the floor, her heart racing. “What if I… Mess up?” She whispered, glancing up at Téa for some reassurance.

TÉA: watched her pink haired sister with a sense of caution. It was such a delicate topic - one that admittedly even Anastasia had issues wrapping her head around, and yet there they were posing the idea to their sister of all people to expand their already incestuous relationship into a polygamous one. What in the world had happened to her. Shaking away the doubting thoughts like an old cardigan (now wasn’t the time for cold feet anyways) she pressed her lips together, forcing the giggling smile that begged at her lips away and instead forming one of comfort. Swallowing her poptart she shook her head slowly. “Hey, listen.” She said, taking Gracie’s hand in her own. “While Daphy over there is well… very confident with sexual matters and - ” lowering her voice a little she stood towards her blonde haired sister “quite good at them if you ask me…. The whole thing - it terrifies me.” Looking down at their hands, she swallowed thickly, her mind trying not to lose focus, to stay on topic. “But we took it slow, the whole thing and…eventually I was ready and, it was wonderful Gracie. Truly.” Looking up and offering a small smile at Daphne she continued. “What I mean is… we’ll take this slow - one day at a time sort of thing. No need to rush or force you into anything you don’t want to do but if we’re being honest, which I’m fairly sure we are - I really like you Little One, and I know you won’t mess anything up because through every fault and mistake, we still love you. A lot.” Looking up into her sisters beautiful hazel orbs, scattered with golden flecks she found her teeth chewing at her bottom lip once more as her eyes wandered back to Daphne.

GRACIE: hopped from one foot to another, while she waited for her poptart to jump out of the toaster. Her tummy was growling, and she hoped that her sisters would give her a little time to eat before talking about whatever it was they needed to talk about. Thinking about it, she hoped it was about Disney- about what they were going to do- about whether or not she’d actually get to meet the man himself, Peter Pan. Upon hearing the kitchen door squeak open, Gracie tilted her head, expertly catching her poptart as it popped up simultaneously with the door opening. “Daaaphy!” She squeaked, as she bounced over to her sister, wrapping her arms around her in a comforting hug. Looking over her shoulder and spotting Teacake, she smiled her huge, Gracie smile before sliding over to her, and hugging her too- but not before shoving a mouthful of poptart into her mouth. “Sooo waht di you wan talk bout?” She mumbled; her mouth full.

TÉA: couldn’t deny the nervous buzz that rose within her. Or the way that she felt her stomach doing somersaults over and over and over again. Running clammy palms down exposed ivory legs she chewed at her bottom lip - already cracked and split. Caught by surprise, her guard down, as Daphne’s arms looped softly around her, catching the blonde’s lips cheekily. A small shrill giggle escaped from Anastasia’s lips before a turn of sobriety passed over her and she was forced (one way or another) to slide into her somewhat lawyerlike state. Nodding slowly, her fingers reverting to fiddle on the hem of her long, snug, jumper, a small smile stamped on her lips as they wandered into the kitchen, the sight of the cheerful blonde instantly leading her heart to flutter. Watching as Gracie immediately went to Daphne - the cute Fabray voice that they all seemed to share pulling Téa’s lips into a larger grin - she let out a small chuckle at the younger blonde, muffled words of question escaping through pop-tart goodness. Without hesitation Téa reached out, snatching a pop-tart from Gracie’s plate before taking a small bite - instantly calming her nerves and hopefully lightening the mood - at least on Daphne and Anastasia’s part.