perdita

I’m hoping that everyone has made it through this madness in one piece. With that being said, I need to hear back from everyone. Please tell me whether you’re okay, or whether you’re in need of assistance. I need to know the status of everyone in the family, this includes any injuries, or any security concerns. I’m on hand to help anyone in whatever way that I can. Please get back to me as soon as possible.

-Leo

“Isn’t that your job? To give him payback when he’s naughty? I can only imagine the box full of embarrassing photos you can use when he gets his first girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Hell..or friend. What are kids for if not to embarrass them?” Celia laughed before extending out a hand. “I’m Celia by the way. Figured we should be on first name basis if I’m going to give you advice for torturing your poor kid.”

“Probably, though something tells me I should wait until he’s old enough to retaliate on purpose” Perdita sighs before giving a rueful smile and shaking the offered hand. “Perdita. Torturer of young souls, and in need of some kind of booster. Caffeine or sugar. I haven’t decided yet”

     “What they don’t know, won’t kill them. At least that’s what my mom and dad used to say about raising me and my brothers.” Charlie said with a laugh. “It sounds like he’s in need of a sugar cut back. How old is the little guy?–I’m not a parent, but my parents used to cut off my sugar intake after a certain time. So maybe you can give me cookies before say 5pm and then just not give him any after that.” She added kindly. “Don’t mind if I do then.” She went and placed her order and while she waited, she continued the conversation with the brunette. “Still mulling over your choices?”

“We’re generally pretty good. I’m we usually just do natural sweetners for him, I don’t do processed sugar unless it’s a special occasion, and I’m vegetarian, though I know my parents give him red meat still. Though I probably should double check what they’re giving him since apparently grandparents spoil their children and indulge them in everything, which would explain why he’s always excited to go there..” She shakes her head before finally making up her mind smiling at the other girl. “I have. I’m getting two of the chocolate chip, and two of the raisin. Try the raisin and hope it takes off. Debating on a slice of the vegan carrot cake too, I think the frosting is the same maple based one they had on my birthday cake not too long ago”

“Such is life, I suppose. At least he’ll be the cutest reaction meme ever.” Elle shrugged and grinned. After her cousin was done ordering, Elle ordered a few cannoli to take home with her. “It’s been… amazing, actually. I didn’t think Verona could get any better, and then it did.” She couldn’t keep the cheesy smile off of her face. “I’m still happy to make visits to Milan and Rome for shows, but I’m not leaving here.”

“Too cute” Perdita groans. “Mama’s already at me to enter him in child pageants. He’s got these gorgeous chocolate curls now and apparently now is the time to capitalise on his cuteness, and hope that he listens”, she pauses as Elle’s face lights up, with a look that can only be described as smitten. “Oh? Something or someone special keeping you here then?”

text: Perdita!  Of course!  I always love looking after Arlo <3 Do you need me to stop by to pick him up?

text: at 8:30 I should be at the shop!  Gotta unload some deliveries but I will be there ready for you and Arlo!

text: A special taping!  How exciting!  Can I know what about or did you sign some serious NDAs?

text: Perfect! I’ll bring everything he needs, and honestly he’ll probably be settling down for a mid morning nap. He’s sleeping a lot lately, I got worried and thought he might be iron deficient turns out he just burns through a whole load of energy. 

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“I am thinking this proverb should apply to me also.  There is no food that is safe from me when I have the desire for snacks.  There have been instances of my parents still hiding food from me though I am not a child any more.”  She laughed.  She took her hand with a smile.  “Catalina Cancio.  It is a pleasure to meet you also.  I have not had the lemon tart since it was changed.  Is it still as good as it was?”

“Perhaps the code is becoming a parent yourself, since I’m near certain since Arlo was born, there are no snacks hidden from me. Either that, or they’ve gotten much more sneakier” Her tone is amused, before giving a small shrug. “..I think so? It’s for my parents, they babysat today so it’s a small ‘thank you’ token that they can enjoy once I’ve taken him and they can relax for the night. I feel bad dropping him off at 4.30am, but they keep insisting they’re more than happy to take him. The strawberry cheesecake slice however is to die for if you’ve got a fruity craving and can handle dairy”

“If I am honest I think kale may be the exception to the rule.  I’m not convinced anyone really likes kale and I have reached an age when I refuse to eat it now,” Martina replied with a grin.  Listening the the woman’s tales with amusement Martina shook her head at the question, “No, sadly I was never blessed in that way.  How old did you say your son was?”

“Apparently it’s bearable when blended and in a drink, but I’ve yet to find one that looks appetising, so I’ll keep you posted” Perdita retorts lightly, accepting her large tea. “I’m still getting to the stage where I’m learning that snack buying is hard work, and there was very much a reason why my parents never let me buy and eat an entire cake”, perhaps there was a thread of envy there. Of her cousins, and school friends who still very much lived life by their own rules, and with the freedom to go where and when they chose, though her expression softens at the question. “He’s three My Lady, though sometimes I swear one of these days I’ll blink and he’ll be in his teens before I know it”

“The islands are lovely, but I don’t know if I will actually have the time to do it. I like to talk about what I would like, but when it comes to actually doing it, I never seem to pull the trigger.” He chuckled, and shook his head. “I know that is pathetic, but it’s hard to get away. But enough about that, how is the show going? From my standpoint, you are doing well in the ratings, so I am a happy boss when it comes to you and what you have going on. Is there anything you need from Ezra or I to make your show better?” He didn’t want to talk about the trial, it was the cause of his stresses.

“Procrastination is the root of all evil isn’t it?” She can’t help but give a small laugh as she stirs at the cup of coffee. “It’s good. Being so new, and in such a prominent time slot is making it a little harder, but viewership is slowly going up, and we’ve got a bunch of great segments and interviews coming up that will be a huge draw card for viewers, so I think it’ll just be a case of showing that we’re here for the long haul. You’ve picked a great team. It already feels like a family if I’m being honest. Though I suppose group 5am starts tend to do that to people wouldn’t they Sir?”

“I think that a sugared up toddler is adorable, especially those that are just learning to walk. It’s so cute when they go to run and toddle only a few feet to fall down.” Dani wanted a kid of her own one day, but for now she was more than happy to let others take care of difficult toddlers. “I heard that teenagers are even worse, but I don’t have any experience with them.” She chuckled. “It does put them down for nap time very well.” 

“So I’ve heard, though apparently boys are easier than girls. So I’m keeping everything crossed that it’s true. Apparently boys need their Mama’s much more than what girls do” She sighs dramatically reaching for her coffee. “No chance you want an exhibit of child artwork? Arlo’s discovered the art of finger painting and there’s only so many paintings my fridge magnets can hold”

Ludo nearly ignored whatever the woman had been saying; for sure believing it wasn’t meant for her. Her attention was only caught when the brunette looked directly at her and apologised. Ah, so she had been correct in assuming it wasn’t meant for her, but now she was lost in the conversation, “I would love to help, though I’m afraid I really wasn’t paying much attention. What’s the situation? Something about cookies?” 

“Just trying to figure out if I could do a placebo effect with raisin cookies instead of chocolate chip” Perdita chirrups cheerfully before gesturing to the cabinet. “...Though I’d be getting in before that gentleman that walked through the door. He works a few offices down, and does the daily coffee and pastry run. So unless you’ve got at least 20 minutes to kill. I’d order now Miss”