Vanille looked at the jar on the shelf. Then she looked at it so more. Damn it. Why did that shelf have to be so high? She’d need to get a chair or something, but she really didn’t want to do that…
"Do you want me to get that for you?" Diana grinned and walked over. The cute and cuddly little girl was now a rather tall, young woman. "Because I could totally get that for you if you asked."
Vanille glared. Diana growing up to be tall had to some kind of divine retribution for all of the times the redhead had pointed out the brunette’s short stature. “I don’t need your help.”
"It really looks like you do." Diana smirked. "Unless you’re willing to get a chair or something."
"You were a much better minion when you were little, you know?" Vanille sighed dramatically. "And you’re acting pretty ungrateful for all the times I helped you reach things when you were small."
Diana pretended to be deep in thought. “Ah, yes, I remember how you helped me.” Her eyes twinkled. “Here, let me return the favour.” Ignoring Vanille’s squawk of outrage, she wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist and lifted her off the ground. “There you go.”
Vanille grabbed the jar and seriously considered bashing Diana over the head with it when her feet were safely on the ground again. “Thank you.”
"No problem." Diana chuckled. "I’m always happy to help." Then, just because she could, she leaned over to ruffle Vanille’s hair.
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Raine looked away from the video game she was playing with Averia. “Is that my mom chasing your sister with a broom?”
Averia turned for a moment and then nodded. “It looks like it.”
"Should we, I don’t know, do something?"
Averia shrugged as Diana ducked another swipe of the broom. “Nah, they’ve always been like that.”
Curled up on Averia’s lap, Fraise simply nodded. Her mom and her cousin Diana always did things like this. It wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t. Besides, it would be okay. Her mommy wasn’t fast enough to catch Diana.