Aww, what a cute little girl! Where’s her parents? Feng-Huang crouched down, being eye to eye with this little girl was certainly easy considering his own size. “Hi there, young one! What are you doing out here by yourself, hm?”
"Hello!" Lizzie beamed up at the boy. She had never seen him before around Central and wondered where he was from. He had strange clothing she hadn’t seen before as well. "I always go adventuring by myself." She smiled at him widely.
Aamir didn’t flinch at all when he heard his sister’s tinier feet patter into his room. A sigh left the boy’s mouth as he turned to the doorway. “I know, Elizabeth,” he replied, biting the inside of his lip and making his way across the room at stopping at the door, shutting it tight.
“But I’m not ready to go to bed yet.”
He wasn’t tired in the least, to be honest. Before the storm, he’d taken a rather long nap, and recently woke up from it. “So I was hoping you’d stay up with me tonight until we both felt sleepy.”
“Not ready?” Lizzie echoed looking up. She had ran all the way to the corner of his bed, covering herself with the tiny part of the bed spread. She peeped out from it in curiosity and confusion at her brother’s words. She had completely forgotten he had taken nap earlier. The thought of her trying to stay up however….
“But I’ve never stayed up past bedtime,” she objected. Well, this was somewhat true. She had done it a few times before but only because of storms like the one that was happening now. “And won’t Mommy and Daddy be mad if they found out?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?” he retorted, rolling his eyes. “I’m not tired at all, so I want to stay up. I’ve done this before, y’know.” A small smile was tugging at the corner of his lips, proud of his achievements. “I’ve never gotten caught either.”
If he’d never gotten caught, then neither would she as long as she obeyed his every rule, and he made sure to tell her that in a quiet voice, leaning against the bedroom door and hearing his parents settle into bed. “They won’t be mad because they won’t find out.”
Lizzie blinked at her brother in confusion only to flinch as another clap of thunder sounded outside the house. In response, she whimpered and pulled the sheet back upon her head. “I-I guess I can,” she stammered, glancing out again once the sound had died down. She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to do this if the storm continued all night long.
Her eyes widen at Aamir’s words. “But I don’t wanna lie to Mommy and Daddy!” she whined, ignoring the fact her brother had just talked to her in an entirely different range. “That’ll make them even madder.”
“I’m Elizabeth Mustang!” she replied cheerfully. “But everyone calls me Lizzie and I’m 4 and a half years old.” She smiled at this.
Paige loved at how cheerful Lizzie was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lizzie. Four and a half? Wow, another half and you’ll be five.”
"It’s a pleasure to meet you too!" Lizzie began to bounce on her feet at this. "Uh huh," she replied, nodding her head eagerly. "And soon I will start school like my big brother." She smiled at this. "Paige…what do you do in Amestris?"
It was a wonderful spring day in Resembool and Lizzie was glad to finally spend a day out here, away from the big city and to be allowed to run around out in the open fields. Her mother had decided to take a break as well as she wanted to speak with an old friend. By doing this, Lizzie was able to see one of her best friends. Now they both were caught up in a daring game of tag, chasing each other back and forth across the fields near the house. They had been told multiple times not to venture off too far so they made the best of what they could do.
"Tag you’re it!" Lizzie called as she finally caught up to the blonde haired boy she had been chasing. She began to smile widely at her accomplishment. "Bet you can’t catch me!" With this, she raced off, giggling.
“Hello,” Fuery greeted, crouching down so he was at the child’s level. “What’s your name, Miss?”
Lizzie looked at the familiar face only to frown slightly at his question. If he wasn’t sure of who she was then he couldn’t possibly be her uncle Fuery. “Hello!” she replied cheerfully, pushing away the thought. “I’m Elizabeth Mustang, but everyone calls me Lizzie.”
“Pancakes are very yummy; do you make them with blueberries and or chocolate chips?” Em loved them with chocolate chips or other berries really. “I can tell, you are a pro at this.” She beamed and leaned over to kiss the top of her head again. She was really going to give her big brother an earful for not telling her about her sweet and adorable little niece.
“You must have done this before! You are so good at this, or a quick learner.” She grinned and winked down at Lizzie. “Just like that, it is perfect. Now place it right here on the pan.” She pointed to the spot just below the one she had placed down before. “We need to space them out sweetie so they don’t get stuck together while they cook. They wouldn’t really be cookies then now would they?” she chuckled, “Otherwise they’d be like a big blob of a cookie… or maybe a giant cookie? We don’t want them that big, just need them nice and small.”
Lizzie thought for a moment. “Chocolate chips!” she exclaimed. “Because they give them an extra sweet taste and remind me of cookies.” She smiled at this before turning her attention back to the bowl as they finished their work only to giggle as her head was kissed yet again.
"Hmmm….I guess doing pancakes makes them easier?" she suggested tilting her head as she thought the process over. As she finished rolling her piece of dough into a ball, she placed it on the pan beside her Aunt’s and smiled at its perfectness. "A giant cookie?!" Lizzie echoed as her eyes widen in amazement. "That would be so amazing though Auntie!" She eyed the balls of dough they had mischievously. "Could we just make on giant cookie? Pleeeease." She gave her aunt a pleading smile.
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"Yay a new friend!" Lizzie exclaimed, gazing at the boy happily. She noted his black hair and dark coal colored eyes. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar. "Hi! I’m Elizabeth Mustang. What’s your name?"
Em giggled and gave a small nod down at the small girl. Lizzie had the cutest little face as she concentrated on stirring everything in together; making sure nothing was wasted and went over the side. She wanted to pull her into a hug and cuddle her, but they could do that once the cookies were made. “Perfect, you are an expert at this.” She beamed leaning down to kiss Lizzie on top of her head.
“Just need to make sure everything is all stirred together and everything is nice and moist.” Em smiled and moved to hold the bowl for Lizzie so she could stir better. “After it’s all mixed together we will roll them up into small round balls in our hands and put onto the pan.” She could only smile watching the small toddler stir so carefully.
Em watched and made sure Lizzie had everything mixed completely before she moved to grab a pan and placed it next to the bowl. “You can lick the spoon and whatever else is left inside the bowl” she winked at Lizzie with a giggle and took some dough into her hand. “We need to roll them up like this,” she started to move her hands in a circle motion, the dough staying in the palm on her hand. It soon changing into a small ball in her hand, “Just like this, see?” She smiled watching Lizzie take in what she just told her. “We need to space them out onto the pan too, to make sure they don’t get stuck to one another.”
A giggle escaped Lizzie as she was showered with her auntie’s affection. “Thank you!” she exclaimed smiling. “I get to help Mommy make pancakes sometimes so I’m used to doing this a little.” She turned her attention back towards the bowl, concentrating a lot on the mixture as she stirred.
Once they were finished mixing, she let out a tiny squeal of excitement. She was going to get to eat what was ever left of the cookie dough! She watched her aunt intensively as she rolled the dough into balls. Lizzie placed her own hands out as she given a small bit of dough to try and mimic her aunt. Determination etched across her face as she began to roll the dough around in her hands, making it into a simple ball. “Like this?” she questioned, smiling as she held up her work. “Why do we have to space them out?”