Dont talk to strangers!

Adam plucked yet another steawberry from the patch out back, dropped it into his basket, and stood, groaning like the old man he refused to believe he was. "Why do these bushes have to be so close to the dippin' ground?" He muttered, stretching the small of his back. He'd been trekking around the berry patch for a good hour now, sweeping from corner to corner to get the best berries for Eve. He was going to pick up some chocolate on the way home and surprise her with dessert. After all, making chocolate covered strawberries wasn't exactly the most complicated task he'd ever done. He just had to melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it and --voila! Instant happiness!

...And he'd be dipped if he gave her another reason to be upset.

The whole fiasco at the carnival had happened a while ago, but Adam, well, he couldn't let fish fry even if he liked fishsticks. His Eve had been so upset --worse than he'd seen her in a good long while-- and it was because he'd forgot to put the french fried note on the counter. In the end, she always had the right of it: She was with stupid.

Looking into his basket --and refusing to admit he looked rather dainty with it-- Adam decided he had enough and headed back across the fields to pay inside the orphanage. He mostly certainly wasn't going to forget to pay his kids for their hard work, not when they needed all the help they could get, but that was beyond the whole point of Adam swearing to himself he'd never forget to do something for someone important to him. ever. again.

It was on the way back to the building that he came across a young girl, probably living in the orphenage. "Hey there, pretty miss," He smiled and waved amiably as he approached her. There was no need to scare off one of his daughters. "Do you think you can tell an old man where do he should pay for these?"

don't take candy from strangers

Where had that overgrown monkey gone this time? With a sigh, Eve ran her fingers through her short hair (freshly cut thank you). She was wrapped up in her favorite coat and a pair of worn jeans. The blue t-shirt was visible from where she hadn't zipped up her jacket. It was really. Really cold. While she had been getting her hair cut, Adam had run off to do who knows what leaving Eve there to chat with her hairdresser. Poor Roman. He put up with her anger and let her rant about Adam yet picked on her the same time. How many times had she threatened to take those scissors away from him? Oh yeah. Several. Oh well. At least she hadn't gotten a mohawk like Roman had threaten on several occasion.

Now she just had to find that monkey.

How she gotten all the way out to the orphanage she didn't know. Just one of those things that happened with her and Adam. They always seemed to be able to find the other. For that, Eve was glad for. When she couldn't find Adam...it scared her. And the catastrophe that happened at the carnival had happened a while ago, sure, but it still lingered in her mind and still made her heart ache. She hadn't meant to react like that. Well she had but that was before she had known that Adam had been planning to surprise her. She still felt horrible for it actually. She desperately wanted to make him happy though. How was she supposed to make up for it though?

Eve's head jerked up as she heard a shriek. Oh dear. Now what? She pulled her hands out of her coat pockets and jogged towards the shriek had sounded. Of course. There was Adam and a poor girl looking absolutely terrified. Instinctively, Eve smacked her forehead. What was she going to do with him? She couldn't help but to smile though. "Desmond, are you scaring little girls again?" Eve called with a grin.

Yolu's long line of apologies melted into a single whimper as the man much, much taller than her pretty much placate the girl with two single statements. Heh, single...like cheese...but then, the big man was cut off in his words as this lady—whose hair looked really nice—came out of nowhere. Immediately, Yolu was forgotten as the man turned to face the lady and in all honestly, she kind of didn't mind.

Yolu had turned to walk away but the basket was bouncing. Where...oh, that cue! Yolu's seen that cue before! The wraith considered it—she had never stepped out from behind the man and she was right in front of the door...and she had to apologize, so....with those famously small hands of her's, the child quickly took away the basket and for a minute...the red berries were something to look at before opening the door a crack and scampering into the orphanage. Of course, she didn't get very far before tripping over her own feet--her own feet--and hitting the floor, sending a cloud of dust flying into the air as well as round fruit flying. Noo!

“Gah--!” Yolu yelped between coughs and sneezes as she pushed herself up and waved away the cloud of dust. The basket now lay half full and there were berries everywhere...ohhh......