DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.
IDEAS AND RECOMMENDATIONS ARE ALWAYS HELPFUL!
This is kind of a continuation from the last chapter. I really couldn't resist.
"Hi Eames."
"Oh, goodie. Uncle Eames is here," Arthur said sarcastically.
"Yeah, and Uncle Eames had a few too many drinks last night," Eames groaned. "So can we keep it down?"
"Haha, you're funny!" James giggled. Eames stared at him.
"Thanks."
"Uncle Arthur?" Phillipa bounced up to Arthur. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything," Arthur smiled. Kids were so cute.
"Where do babies come from?"
…Maybe not.
Arthur spluttered and glanced at Ariadne for help. She simply burst out laughing. As did Eames.
"Arthur wouldn't know how to answer that question!" he joked. Arthur glared at him, then looked back at Phillipa.
"Um…well…why don't you ask your dad?" he stuttered.
"I did."
"And?"
"He said I wouldn't need to know that until I'm a grown up," she beamed. "Pretty please tell me!"
"Don't worry sweetheart, Uncle Eames will tell you," Eames said, lifting her onto his lap.
Arthur growled. "No! You will not!"
"Why the bloody hell not?"
"Because your perception of sex is very different from other people's!"
Eames rolled his eyes and turned to Phillipa. "Basically sweetheart, take two people…like Arthur and Ariadne. Sometimes they have certain urges which can only be suppressed by-"
"Eames! Stop!" Ariadne cried. "Nobody wants to hear your views on baby making!"
"Particularly not my 6-year old daughter."
Arthur smirked. "Hi Cobb."
Cobb glared at Eames. "Please tell me that you weren't going to go through the facts of life with Phillipa. Because I have a nice bullet with your name on it."