Title: "Help, Don's taking us shopping!" (1/2)
Authors: Senara, with help from Cindy
Timing: July 9th just past 7 am follows the Knightie's
post "What's for breakfast" and the Fod post "Did
anybody place an order with extra heavy garlic?"
Everyone used with permission.



Schanke bounded down the steps towards the PT
Convertible cruiser.  If she were called to testify in
court, Cindy would have sworn that she saw Schanke
bounce as well as rub his hands in glee.  Not that the
glee was unusual, but that bouncing... that was new.
Oh well, maybe the early hour was getting to her.

Senara watched Schanke clamber over the car door into
the drivers seat more nimbly that she certainly could
at that hour.  She was definitely not caffeinated yet,
and maybe that made her wince at his cheeriness.  The
high from actually visiting the loft had worn off, and
she needed both food and caffeine if she was to remain
awake.  "You got shotgun with Mr. Sunshine", she told
Cindy, and settled in the back for a quick nap.

Which didn't last long.  Cindy shrieked as Schanke
took a turn almost too quickly.  Schanke muttered
something about cars from the 1940s.  "Senara!!   Wake
up!!"

"Yeah, Senara, wake up.  You're missing the be-u-tiful
sunrise.  It's a gorgeous morning...  the sun is
shining, the wind is going through your hair, the
birds are singing."  And then Schanke decided to join
the birds in song.

Senara fixed the back of Schanke's head with a glare
that LaCroix would have been proud of.  Her time as a
Cousin perfected her glares, at least.  Oblivious to
the Glare'o'Death <tm> emanating from the back seat,
Schanke was still singing his head off and at the top
of his lungs.  Cindy had to smother a giggle  Senara
did not like mornings; especially mornings full of
exceptionally cheery people.

"Hey girls!  I have a wonderful idea  let's go
shopping!"  Schanke lost none of his enthusiasm at the
groans from his passengers.  "What?  Myra doesn't like
what I buy?"  Cindy struggled for a way to respond,
tactfully.  After all, the man did have them almost as
hostages.

"It's more like you are a creative dresser" Cindy
managed.

"Very creative," came the comment from the back seat.

Don refused to let their lack of enthusiasm ruin his
good time. "Where's your sense of adventure?" he
asked.

Senara couldn't resist replying: "At home, ASLEEP!"

Continued in part two