Room 512, Friday night

It was Friday night and Brooke was staying in. But see, she had another project. Namely, her egg baby Suri.

Which, okay, was slightly more hardboiled than it had been when she first got it, but it was never specifically stated that they couldn't, and the way Brooke saw it, it was sort of like giving a kid shots so they didn't get measles or whatever. It was preventative caretaking, not child egg abuse.

Currently, she was using some of the good pieces of spare fabric to create a little outfit, which was harder to do than she'd planned. Still, she was determined. And when she was done, she placed a little call to a certain person's voicemail. "Hey there, P. Sawyer. I just made a sari for my egg baby. I think this place has gotten to me. Call me back."


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