MHA #8, Saturday morning

[stykera]

Last night had been good. There had been dancing with two of his favorite people. Travis had asked him to visit Seattle. And then he'd brought one of those favorite people home with him for the night.

He'd expected to wake up with Travis. But when he woke up he was not holding on to Travis. He was not being held by Travis. He made a disgruntled little noise and opened his eye and didn't see Travis.

Well. He did. But his mind hadn't caught up yet that the small person on the other side of the bed was, in fact, Travis. At the moment his only thought was that he needed to get out of the bed without waking up the child who miraculously hadn't woken up yet even after the startled little yelp Stark had let out.

Whether tiny Travis would remain asleep after Stark half fell off the bed trying to remove himself from it quietly remained to be seen. The outlook seemed poor though.

[Expecting the one weetiny, obviously, but who is going to stop any others from knocking on a door, especially if there's breakfast being cooked at some point?]

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[designateddadfriend]

Of course not! She was a Good Dog! A professional even!

She came trotting to greet Travis, sniffing and licking him and wondering why he was so short. Travis plopped right down on his butt, giggling maniacally, and wrapped his chubby arms around her neck.

[stykera]

Oh no. That was too adorable and Stark had to go back for his phone to take a picture of the moment.

"Good girl, Probie!"

[designateddadfriend]

It was good Stark was enjoying it, because this little scene basically guaranteed that Travis would be too distracted to properly help with breakfast.

Or maybe that was a feature, not a bug.

[stykera]

Maybe it was!

"How many pieces of toast would you like? And would you like butter? Jam? Both?"

Stark had a feeling Probie would be eating most of the toast.

[designateddadfriend]

“Does jams taste good with kimchi?”

[stykera]

"I don't know? I've never tried it. Or had kimchi."

Travis, keep that in mind for when you were your usual self again.

"I don't have any here. But I have lots of jam." And he had good butter too, because why not buy the stuff that tasted better?

[designateddadfriend]

“You don’t have any kimchi???” Stark that was like saying you didn’t have any air.

[stykera]

Maybe some people's half-Korean whatever-it-was-they were had been slacking off!

"I don't. I'm sorry. I could go and get some from the store, I think?"

Stark really didn't want to disappoint tiny Travis.

[designateddadfriend]

Adult Travis was very bad at being Korean. He hardly ever kept any kimchi at home.

“I guess we don’t need any. We’ll just have to have Dad Toasts.”

[stykera]

"I'm not your dad," Stark said quickly. Because, well, yikes. Adult Travis had enough daddy issues.

"What are Dad Toasts?"

[designateddadfriend]

“I know that,” Travis said, in the sort of ‘what kind of idiot are you?’ Tone only small children could perfect. “Dad toasts are the toasts that Dad eats.”

[stykera]

"Maybe these are Stark toasts then," Stark said. "Because I eat them. Do you like strawberry?"

[designateddadfriend]

“Ummmmm yes? . . . I’ve never had strawberry toasts.”

[stykera]

"Regular toast with strawberry jam," Stark explained as he put slices of bread into the toaster.

"Not strawberry bread. I've never had that. I've had strawberry cake and muffins and brownies but not bread."

[designateddadfriend]

Travis’s eyes went wide. “You have all that? For breakfast??”

[stykera]

"No no no," Stark said, laughing a little. "Not for breakfast. Not all at once. We could find some of those things later though, if you like. Or tomorrow."