not a cottage, but close enough {liam&jamie}

[PHOEBE QUINN]

Phoebe Quinn wasn't stupid, and neither was Grandmother. She knew about the other reincarnates of fairy tales and literature and things of that nature, and usually she could sense when one was around, or rather, who was one. Of course, she was never aware of which story they were from or what character they were, but usually she could figure it out when she got to know the person. Often times, they showed traits of the literary character itself.

When it came to the characters she was pulled towards the most, it had to be Liam and Jamie. She figured that they were from Little Red Riding hood as well, and it wasn't too hard to figure out who was who. Liam was little and always wore that red hoodie, plus they were related. Jamie was.... well, he had to be the wolf, because he was rather big and just... wolfy? There really was no other way to put it. He just was.

But she wasn't sure if they themselves knew, so she simply had to keep quiet about the matter. Not that she minded at all, even with Jamie being the wolf that almost ate grandmother and Little Red. Well, he did eat them, but they were saved in some versions. Grandmother didn't like to say which version she came from, though, but Phoebe didn't mind. It wasn't something she needed to know, so there.

Even today, she would try not to bring it up at all. She never even referenced the fairytale to possibly incite a clue as to whether or not they were like her and knew who they were hosting. She was fine with them just considering her a host for today.

Oh, she loved Barrie University! They had given her a suite with a kitchen, and Phoebe had taken to that immediatly. She doubted her roommate would ever go hungry, considering they were free to eat whatever she cooked. She was hellbent on saving her roommate money for eating out. No, Phoebe Quinn would cook for anyone at any time, and that's exactly why she had invited her two favorite people over for dinner, which was waiting on the table for whenever they arrived. Still hot, of course.

After dinner, though, she had something else planned entirely. Oh yes, her favorite area of cooking was going to happen tonight, whether Jamie and Liam wanted to help or stay for taste-testing or not. She often went on baking sprees like this, trying new recipes she discovered or made up and forcing someone else to test them. She never trusted her own tastebuds because she figured they were biased. Er, she was biased. Whichever, really.

Hopefully they would stay and help, but if not, oh well. She could get them to help empty the fridge which was sure to be stocked full by tomorrow morning.

notes; tell me if i need to change anything. c:
outfit, ignore the apron and baking utensils for now

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam felt a little bit guilty when it came to Phoebe, actually. In those two short years he was without Jamie, he stuck to his cousin like glue. Then, when Jamie had shown up, Liam hadn’t gone to see her very often. Now, with the addition of Amy, he felt even worse about neglecting his cousin who he occasionally saw at school. Phoebe had been nothing but nice and helpful, and how had he repaid it? Not going to see her as often as he should. So when she invited he and Jamie over for dinner, Liam agreed without hesitation or even checking to clear it with Jamie. Plus, he loved Grandma Jen, and if there was one thing Jen had taught her grandchildren, it was how to cook.

So, Jamie didn’t have much of a say in the matter when he announced that they were going to Phoebe’s for dinner. Actually, Liam hadn’t taken Jamie into consideration past the fact that he was going. He hadn’t even thought about that little cat, which could possibly have a problem with Liam’s wolfy best-friend. Liam alerted his friend to where they were going, and they left their apartment to arrive at Phoebe’s not too much later.

When they reached the door, Liam’s excitement mounted tenfold and he all but threw himself against the door.

“I think I can smell the food all the way from out here. Dear God, cooking that’s not mine or fast-food for once.” Liam whined, and knocked on the door. Though, knocking was more or less pointless, because Liam had taken to drumming on her door and whining from the other side.

“Pheebs, Pheeooobbeeeee. Phee-Phee, your favorite cousin is here and requires you to attend to his empty belly!” No matter how silly he might have looked, for him to actually act like this around anyone other than Jamie meant he was very comfortable around someone. Jamie! That's right! He turned his head very slowly, and looked at his best friend, "What. Is. She. Making?!" Liam reached out to tug Jamie closer to the door, "You can smell it with your puppy nose--what is she making? What, what, what?"
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Tags: Hedgie / Phoebe / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: AHAHA. I SO FUNNY.
Outfit: So cute tho!
Song: Sally's Song from Nightmare Before Christmas

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[JAMES KENNEDY]

Short years? HA!

The two viciously long years that Liam had been in New York and Jamie had been in California still were the longest and worst years of his life, and that was saying something. They were worse even than the first years of his life with his parents (though that was perhaps because it was all he'd known at that point, and when he was without Liam, he knew what he was missing), so the fact that Liam could consider them 'short' would have made Jamie crazy. He'd nearly destroyed himself in those two years, and in some ways, he'd actually succeeded.

He was glad to know that Liam had been with Phoebe here in New York, since he thought Phoebe was amazing and he knew she'd do nothing other than take care of Liam, much like Gramma Jen. That Liam had agreed that the two of them would go to her place for dinner without checking with Jamie was totally fine, and not just because Jamie wasn't likely to argue too hard about something Liam wanted to do; Phoebe's cooking was the best you could get if Gramma Jen wasn't at the stove, and Jamie had no problem admitting that. Liam was a fantastic cook, but Phoebe loved it, and that showed in her food. It also showed in the reactions that came from the people she was going to feed, as Liam was currently displaying. Jamie wasn't so obvious about it, but he tipped his head back and sniffed at the air, the gesture so natural that he never noticed when he did it (though he should probably pay more attention, because it didn't look like something normal people did), and his lips parted automatically with a wanting kind of sound. Whatever she was cooking smelled phenomenal.

"I can smell it all the way out here," he agreed, ignoring the 'puppy nose' comment and rolling his eyes just a little at the way he was tugged closer; he didn't need to be right up against the door to smell the food. Of course, he could smell everything when he actually paid attention, which was ridiculously distracting, but he knew what was being cooked. "Smells like chicken and a creamy sauce. Something with wine in it. The cat's there, too, that bastard."

He hated that cat.

Actually, that wasn't fair, because he used to like the cat. He didn't like the cat because the cat hated him. A few months previously, the cat had started hissing at him, scratching him whenever he got close (usually accidentally because that little monster liked to lie in wait in areas where people had a habit of walking or sitting, then attacking him) and growling like a little gremlin. He was not impressed, but it sucked because it didn't ma--oh. Maybe it did make sense. Well, then that might bear some thought and investigation.

After he was done being distracted in the hallway, though. One of Phoebe's neighbors had a dog, and if Jamie was right, it wasn't exactly a small one. Were they allowed to have dogs in the dorms? He tilted his head in the direction of the smell, sniffing a little more and murmuring, "One of the neighbors has a dog." That was the only warning Liam would be getting that he should probably grab Jamie and snap him out of it, because he was already in the process of wandering off in the direction of the smell, just to see where it was coming from and figure out if it was a dangerous dog. Dangerous dogs weren't allowed near his Liam, or Phoebe.

Hopefully, Liam was paying attention, because Jamie would later be pretty unhappy if his eyes were all amber and wolfy when Phoebe answered the door, and it'd be really shitty if his presence upset the dog he was so interested in as much as it upset Phoebe's cat. Not that he cared about any of that currently, but he might after the fact. He wasn't aware that Phoebe was so knowledgable about the whole fairy tale thing (or that she was grandmother, or that any of that existed), so keeping it all a secret seemed really important. He didn't want her to think he was a total freak, which he apparently was.

[PHOEBE QUINN]

Of course, Phoebe wasn't the best cook in the family. That title went to Gramma Jen ten times over, and Liam wasn't bad either. Though it was a rather common opinion that yes, she was really good, she didn't do it for the recognition. No, she did it because she loved doing it and that was that. Honestly, if she was a horrible cook, she would still do it, even though that was a little relative to the diner. Diner? Well, it seemed a suitable word, so there.

Okay, she hated moments when everything seemed to be happening at once! She was just setting the drinks on the table when Julia Child started meowing at the balcony door and somoene started knocking on her door. Oh, not the real Julia Child, of course, that was her cat, since her and her roommate preferred her box be kept outside. "Just a minute!" she called, decided to get Jules first before she let Liam and Jamie in.

Luckily it only took a moment for her to open the sliding glass door just enough for Jules to get in, and make her way over to the other side of the room. The cream-tabby cat folllowed and rubbed against Phoebe's leg, curious as to who was at here and wanting attention, though Phoebe didn't notice as she finally opened the door and smiled. "Finally, you guys made it!" she said, though in all reality, they weren't late. She just seemed to always be early. But that didn't matter, she was just happy they were here.

Julia Child, on the other hand, was not nearly as excited. She didn't like the man who smelled too strongly of a dog for him to just have one. It was strange and she didn't like it, so she growled and hissed, arching her back and flattening her ears. Then, after the point was across, she walked slowly into Phoebe's room, flicking her tail back and forth and managing to look a lot like one of the siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp.

"Oh, Jules! What is your problem?" Phoebe scolded, keeping the door open for Liam and Jamie to step in and following the cat to make sure she heard her, which didn't really make sense when put into words, but it seemed like something to do so she did it.

"Dinner's on the table already," she said, smiling and turning back to them. She went back into the kitchen, knowing she was 'forgetting something in her old age', as she like to put it. "Oh! Drinks. What do you guys want to drink?" Honestly she had no idea what was in there, because beverages were not her specialty. Seriously, she couldn't even make a proper milkshake. She wasn't sure what it was about them, but it was quite annoying since drinks tended to complete a meal.

Phoebe also wasn't exactly the most organized host in the world, but they would have to deal.

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam let out another whine and wondered if he could crawl under the door. Flatten himself out like in a cartoon and just slide under.

“Julia is always there. She’s pretty Pheeb’s baby.”[/color] Liam rolled his eyes. At first, Liam didn’t understand why Julia—normally a sweet, mild-mannered kitty was suddenly lashing out at Jamie. Even now, it took his a moment to put two and two together. Right—apparently Julia could smell the wolf on Jamie. Which made sense, actually. “Chicken? And creamy pasta?” Liam pressed his cheek against the door, only to watch Jamie sniff and turn.

A dog? As long as it was behind that door, it was fine. But if Jamie moved closer, would the dog react like Julia? It could be far away, but the sound of growling and barking was enough to making Liam start shaking down to his boots. Quickly, he reached out and caught the back of Jamie’s shirt, and pulled him back towards Phoebe’s dorms. “Just leave it, it’s not out in the open, and it’s not in Phoebe’s dorm.” Liam continued to tug on Jamie, before he caught sight of his face. “Your eyes are all wolfy, cool it. I’d rather not watch m cousin have a heart attack.” He muttered, turning quickly when he heard the locks start to slide. “Pull yourself together.”

The door finally opened, and Liam was greeted by his cousin. They didn’t look too much alike, but if they really wanted to they could pass as siblings. She had blue eyes, where he had green—but they both had pale skin, and dark hair, and they both dressed a little bit darker. Liam had more of a subdued punkish look—band shirts, ripped or skinny jeans, and the mass amount of tattoos. Phoebe was more goth, but it suited her. Perhaps knowing that she was sweet and kind helped the look more. Liam wrapped his arms around her, and gave her a careful squeeze, “Course we did. We could smell the food all the way from the apartment.” He released her and grinned, reaching down to pet Julia and got a growl and a hiss instead. But she wasn’t looking at Liam, she was staring at Jamie.

Liam watched the cat saunter off, and he raised his eyebrow, sliding his red hoodie off, along with his hat, his wavy brown hair tousled and messy. He tucked his hat into his jacket pocket, and draped the red hoodie over his chair than wandered after her to the kitchen. “We’ll all sit down together at the same time. Jamie, if you start eating before our host sits down, I’m gonna make you eat a whole eggplant.” Liam warned, before running his tattooed hand through his hair. “Since it’s a creamy pasta, we want something light. Jamie and I will probably have water or soda. But if you want to get fancy, wine goes nice. I’d say a red wine, probably.” Liam shrugged, and paused at the fridge. “Didja want soda, water, or wine, my beautiful cousin?” He asked, grinning at her, pulling out two sodas from the fridge, awaiting her answer.

“You’ll have to come over to our place sometime too. We could have a little get together and invite Amy over. You’d like her a lot. That reminds me—I was…I uh, picked up some dog biscuits for a friend at school,” Fuck. Liam. Don’t start a hilarious story. He was about to say that he had been dog sitting. But everyone and their fucking mother knew Liam hated dogs. But that was a smooth save, quite honestly. Thank GOD. “And they looked like legitimate cookies, or whatever. Like, vanilla oreos and chocolate chip cookies. Well, Amy comes over and that one over there that I call my best friend, tricked her into eating a bunch of the dog treats.” Liam’s brows went up, and glanced around the kitchen curiously.

“Can I help you with anything, Pheebs?”
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Tags: Hedgie / Phoebe / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: I love me some Liam.
Outfit: So cute tho!
Song: Sally's Song from Nightmare Before Christmas

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