Tristran laughs quietly at the exchange, drying off the next dish without comment as he tries not to look in his mother's direction. Knowing too much suddenly seems a disadvantage as much as it is a good thing.
Louisa wipes her hands off on her apron and steps away from the kitchen sink to join their father at the table once more, while Tristran remains where he is.
"I wouldn't believe you anyway," Louisa says haughtily. "I'm not five years old, you know."
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Date: 2007-08-23 09:56 pm (UTC)Louisa wipes her hands off on her apron and steps away from the kitchen sink to join their father at the table once more, while Tristran remains where he is.
"I wouldn't believe you anyway," Louisa says haughtily. "I'm not five years old, you know."