The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette sighs, gently rubbing Segunda's back. "At this rate I've half a mind to name them Mischief and Caramel," she teases. 

[NPCs]

"Caramel?!"

Jessi whimpers softly, but the sound is mostly covered up by Primera's startled gasp at the sound of her sister's voice. Squirming away from Zevran, she spins in place (a quick reaction from Zevran keeps her from tripping over her own feet) and points at her sister. "You's supposed to be messing things!" she accuses the tiefling. "Why's ya here?!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ahem?" asks Coquette, amused. "Your sister is meant to be doing what now?"

[NPCs]

Primera's eyes widen and she looks at her mother with shock on her face. Seems like someone sort of forgot she was there... "Ummm." She visibly thinks over her response, then nods firmly to signal that she's come up with one. "Getting bathed."

"Nu-uh!"

"Yes-uh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yes-uh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yes-uh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yes-uh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Ye-- ooooh."

Zevran, looking overwhelmed but pleased with himself, gently pulls the young aasimar down onto his knee so she doesn't fall over due to renewed head scritch induced placidity. Jessi gapes a moment, then grins. "So have to learn how he's doing that," she mutters. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well then, it's decided. Both of you are In Trouble." The last couple words come out in Coquette's patented Mom Voice: one part Silver Scale and three parts Cindy, just stern enough to strike a little fear into her children without being so stern she actually makes them afraid of her. [Intimidate check: take 10 with a voluntary -10 penalty for 18 total]

[Zevran]

Secunda wilts, tears welling up as she plops down on her butt. Primera, not yet entirely zoned out, is more ornery than her little sister. "But not fair!" she reasons. "I didn't do nuthing you saw!"

Zevran hides a grin but can't mask the chuckle. Someone has the mindset of her assassin mother it seems, though thankfully not the cruelty. I hope at least. Curious, he then asks, "so what did you do that wasn't bad?"

Tantrum stance faltering at the unexpected voice and question, Primera turns to look at him. "Ummm. Looking for Mm--" Her eyes widen and she clams up swiftly. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I know you put your sister up to it. Let's find your kitten, and then the two of you are going to clean your own bedrooms--" which are always a mess and usually cleaned by servants -- "as punishment for making a mess."

[NPCs]

"Kitten?" Secunda asks eagerly, putting aside everything else with the ease of a toddler to focus on her beloved pet. "Mmrr's an venter!" Unlike her sister-- or pretty much everyone else in the household-- Secunda doesn't say 'Merrrr' to name the cat but instead nearly perfectly mimics the inquisitive but happy noise a newborn kitten once made when he first got the scent of a young tiefling girl.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"An... inventor?" asks Coquette, blinking. 

[NPCs]

"Huh?" Guess not. "Mama silly," she giggles delightedly. "No, venturer! Hunting eval ver-man!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... see. Do you know where?"

[NPCs]

Secundia pulls a lock of soapy hair around to chew on it, then makes a face and starts spitting and gagging dramatically. Once she finishes, she stamps a foot at the smiles people are failing to hide, then huffs. "Dunno. Sis sen'er on her quess." She raises her hands, then drops them for emphasis. 

Still sitting on Zevran's leg, Primera makes an angry sound and glares daggers at her tale tattling sister. "Nu-uh! Sis is dumbface!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Primera! Don't insult your sister, and don't tell fibs."

[NPCs]

Primera's mouth drops open, then sets in a firm pout. "Can't not call her a dumbface then!"  Bull winces, exchanging a look of pity with Jessi, who is shaking her head. Oh dear. Seems little Primera is having one of her Mistress Prim days. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Primera! Sit in the corner and count to fifty!"