MHA #4, Sunday Morning

Experience dealing with an unusually young Summer had made it relatively uncomplicated for Stark to earn access into her apartment for the morning. Relatively. There had been some negotiations but gifts for the cat had certainly helped his case.

Once inside the apartment he had given Pancakes an apologetic pat (or 12) and some of the good catnip and then turned his attention back to Summer.

"So we're going to eat something that counts as real food," he said, knowing full well how ridiculous that sounded coming from him. "But maybe there could be ice cream later? Or cupcakes. But first real breakfast. Pancakes? I brought bacon, and eggs, and we could have pancakes but not the cat Pancakes or french toast? Or...I don't know. Something else entirely? I don't want you to be hungry. I don't want Pancakes to be hungry either."

Hopefully the catnip would mollify the cat for the day though. Hopefully.

"Do you want to help cook?"

What could possibly go wrong there?


[for the tiny gross ginger girl who lives there, obvs, but it's a free island you can always knock]