Because he was their dad, maybe? That was kind of how things things went!
As he was coming out, the girl of the pair was looking up at Summer with a bit of an apologetic pout. "We just wanted to play with the cat, Mom, that's all."
"Are you sure you didn't want to eat the cat?" asked Summer dryly, which, in her defense, tended to be a legitimate question for these kinds of weekends.
"Why would we want to eat the cat?" asked the boy, floppping unceremoniously on the couch, and giving the jacket that was lying across the back of it a suspicious squint. "That'd be gross."
"...she did kind of look like pancakes, though," said the girl, joining her brother with a similar flop.
"Well," said Summer, "her name is Pancakes."
"Why did you name her Pancakes if you didn't want people eating her?"
"You know what?" Summer decided, turning toward Stark and the bedroom. "They're your kids, you can deal with them, I've got to make sure my cat's not suffering from a whole new layer of PTSD."
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As he was coming out, the girl of the pair was looking up at Summer with a bit of an apologetic pout. "We just wanted to play with the cat, Mom, that's all."
"Are you sure you didn't want to eat the cat?" asked Summer dryly, which, in her defense, tended to be a legitimate question for these kinds of weekends.
"Why would we want to eat the cat?" asked the boy, floppping unceremoniously on the couch, and giving the jacket that was lying across the back of it a suspicious squint. "That'd be gross."
"...she did kind of look like pancakes, though," said the girl, joining her brother with a similar flop.
"Well," said Summer, "her name is Pancakes."
"Why did you name her Pancakes if you didn't want people eating her?"
"You know what?" Summer decided, turning toward Stark and the bedroom. "They're your kids, you can deal with them, I've got to make sure my cat's not suffering from a whole new layer of PTSD."