25 Unicorn Street- Saturday morning

[throughaphase]

Kitty woke up way too early because there was a dog licking her face. Lucky had been through this enough times to probably get what was up, but all Kitty knew was that the best way to wake up was giggling while also trying to get him to stay still long enough for her to pet him.

[For the boy! Literally!]

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[so_hawkward]

"Probably breakfast. It's morning, right?" He was clearly the tiny king of observation over here.

[throughaphase]

Oh, honey.

"Yep! I'm gonna go feed him," Kitty decided, scrambling off the bed. "You coming?"

[so_hawkward]

There was a loooong pause as Clint thought about breakfast versus moving from the bed. "I guess so. I should help make sure you do it right."

[throughaphase]

Kitty stuck her hands on her hips. "I can put food in a bowl."

[so_hawkward]

"What if it's not the food he likes?" Clint said, like he had any clue what that was. He scrambled out of the bed - which was way too tall still, seriously people, what the heck - and followed after her. "Or you give him too much or something."

[throughaphase]

"Then he won't eat it," Kitty said rationally, heading to the stairs. "Do you wanna do it?"

[so_hawkward]

"No, it's okay," he said, giving up on being a pest about this as he followed her. "I'll try to find food for us while you feed him."

[throughaphase]

"Okay!" she said, racing down the stairs because that's how stairs were meant to be taken when no one was there to warn you against it. "Do you know how to make stuff?"

[so_hawkward]

"Depends on what kind of stuff. I can make us cereal, or maybe toast, but I'm not allowed to use the microwave or the oven."

I mean, even grownup Clint couldn't always be trusted with the oven, so...

[throughaphase]

"Oh! I can use the microwave with supervision. You could supervise me."

Not how that works, Kitty.