A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

[smilestopscars]

Ezra had had a pleasant NPC encounter or two, yesterday. But in the end, he'd gone to bed alone. Which meant that now he was also waking up alone. And, he was actually pretty okay with that. Especially now that the tug of the pollen had abated. He had a comfortable bed all to himself, and nowhere he really needed to be anytime soon.

So he wasn't in a rush to get up.

Yet.

[ooc: Oooopen for everything that these weekends usually entail!]

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[glitter_and_mayhem]

"I kinda think I want to go into fashion design, like Uncle Sparkle. I love helping mom with carnival costumes," Ella said simply. "If I decide on college, I need a high school diploma, and this is the only place weird enough to survive me."

"...also I kinda think you wanted me outta sight outta mind for Alistair."

[smilestopscars]

"Probably," Ezra replied, unfazed, and shrugged. "But no one like you, my little éclair, is ever truly out of Alistair's mind."

He was just much better about not treating people like property than Venus had ever been.

"But Fandom's a good choice. They let me graduate, after all." With a diploma he never planned to do anything with, but whatever.

[glitter_and_mayhem]

"I'm unforgettable," Ella deadpanned, giving him a little half-smirk. "Don't worry, dad, I won't let him talk me into anything you and mom aren't totally fine with."

[smilestopscars]

"Good. That's all I ask."

Seriously, he had few restrictions he could place on his kids, but not wanting them to go full Coterie seemed like it might stay a constant. They had a choice, the way he hadn't had one.

"Now, darling, what do you want to do until your mother gets here?"