#bergen_county

Jaymes sweats. His brow focused. This intensely hard. Only his edge in experience is causing him to gain.

Dagmar strains, she's strong, stronger maybe, but he's not moving like he should be.

When her dad found out she hadn't even done 'proper' arm wrestling, well, a lesson was offered. He said it also had an element of timing, strategy, not just muscle.

(But muscle helps!)

(OH yes)

Tove watches on shaking her head. She supposes she should be upset, but she's torn between worry and amusement.

Dagmar IS losing, but she's pretty sure she shouldn't be... maybe it's because he turned it into a matter of stamina...trying to last long enough and now he's making gains.

But she's no slouch in endurance!

She digs her heels into the floor - going for a hard push of power.

And she pushes her father's arm down, down... if she had waited too long for the push she might be too tired.. it's got to be now! PUSH

and thump...she.. she won!

"That's my girl" Jaymes says proudly, "You see... timing and strategy play a part."

Grunt, but a hint of a smile.

"I thought you two were going to break the table" Tove shakes her head but smiles. "Goofs the both of you. "

"We could fix the table."

"Learning how to arm wrestle by the rules is important" Jaymes states

Oh wow, her hand and arm are sore. up to her whether she betrays that or not. Dad is acting like his hand is fine.

She flexes her fingers, trying not to betray the ache.

Tove gets them both ice packs "Use these" It's not a request.

Jaymes grunts (Well, if it pleases her I guess we should)

Her father's pride still heats like a torchfire try as he might not to make a fuss.

Eyebrow.

She does, however, know better than to kick up a fuss.

Ice packs are given obligatory application to appease she who is Caregiver.

They DO feel good and ease the aches.

"Should do that if there's another jerk on track. Though I think I proved myself last year..."

And, in payment to Tove they do have to endure her fussing.

"It's a good way to challenge without being caught fighting per se," Jaymes nods

"True."

"Just don't break finger bones if you can help it" Tove says and has gone into a flurry of cooking behind them, preparing treats.

"I wouldn't. Well, not on purpose... I've not broken stuff on accident in months, though."

Jaymes nods (Good)

"Just sorta imagine everything is made of cardboard, right?"

Tove fusses over the food "Well, your wood carving is showing real control, so I think that's working."

"I want to get as good as you."

"You may do it." She says "But remember I was doing this as a childling. I had a head start. My mother was ...I wish you could have met her, Dagmar" Tove sighs "You'd have loved her. Oh and she would insisted on being called your grandma"

"Well, I was never a childling." Shrug.

"Wouldn't matter, she'd have fussed over you" a smile as Tove herself fusses over them.

A touch of purple and a shrug.

"So not like you at all then, Tove" Jaymes says as food and treats they didn't even ask for are laied before them.

"Oh she was..." Tove catches on, and swats her husband's shoulder lightly "I CAN take it back."

Chocolate donuts with light sprinkles are among the treats

"Seems a shame to do that" Jaymes says logic on his side, but he does squeeze Tove's hand.

A soft snort, and she devours her donuts.

After the donuts, there are a few chores. Rooms to be cleaned and all. Odin's litter box also is getting close to needing cleaning. BUT after that, Dagmar's time is her own.

There has been some headbutting of late over Dag's bedroom - testing limits, seeing how much mess she can get away with.

The litterbox, however, does stay clean. Odin gets fussy.

Some slacking was gotten away with until it went too far and Dagmar found herself 'escorte'd through chores. THAT was a fun day for all.

But today? Dagmar has her own time and...

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