Starfire

As I prepare dinner I have to chuckle to myself. Every so often I catch bits of conversation followed by laughter or grumbleing then laughter. "This is so cool, I can already tell my life is takeing a turn for the better with them around." I set myself to work prepareing spaghetti for the girls.

(Tap tap tap) Someone is tapping me on the shoulder. "Need something?" I turn around and find Starfire smileing happly at me. "Hello freind John! May I ask what you are prepareing for the dinner?" I have to laugh at her bubbley and infectious happiness. "Well Star I thought I'd make my famous spaghetti and meatballs to celebrate."

Starfire leans closer to me and looks in the pot. "Oh? We are haveing the celebration? What are we haveing the celebration about freind john?" I chuckle abit before takeing my finger dipping it into the sauce, (Havent put it on the stove so its still cold.) and I swipe it on the tip of her nose. "Well Star The celebration is for the three of you moveing in here." She meeps in suprise at my attack.

She licks her nose with her supriseingly long tongue and smiles to me. "Well then, if this is a celebration we MUST preform the ritual of frangreb!" I have to say it "Ok I'll bite, whats the ritual of frangreb?" Star claps her hands happly. "OH! It is a MOST enjoyable thing! Please friend John?!" She gives me the puppy dog eyes bit.

I run my hand through my hair after setting the sauce pot on the burner. "Well....ok I guess." Before I can say another word Star grabs me and zooms off for the living room.