somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Morning [11/18].

Summer was so excited, because she was back to that place where there was that cat and that cat...

...hated literally everything about this, but Pancakes was being very patient and even kind and maybe had been a Fandom Cat^TM long enough to know that this, too, shall pass, and when it did, Summer would likely make it up to her with some premium catnip, because, hi, like owner, like pet, apparently.

So she was going to just brace herself and bear having her hair constantly brushed and to having little fingers trying to tie ribbons and bows in it and even the indignity of having her claws painted (pink, of course, and so SPARKLY!!), especially since there was probably more nail polish ending up on the carpet than there were on her claws.

So have fun with that when the weekend was over, Summer!

"What do you think, Kitty? Should I do my nails, too? There's a lot of different pinks here, but I think maybe I might want to do something with turquoise, that'd be pretty, right?"

Pancakes let out a noncommittal, plaintive meow.

"Awwww, thank you, kitty! I agree! Also, you're my best friend now. I would have liked it better if you were a horse, but that's fine, cat best friends are pretty great, too."

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Stark had woken up fairly early today with no reason to linger in bed. So he'd done a little cleaning and then he'd been hungry so he'd gone for a walk and picked up some breakfast and some coffee and headed back to the apartment building.

He even remembered to text on the way. When he didn't get a response, though, he decided to risk just knocking on Summer's door.

"I brought breakfast! And coffee!"

Summer's attention shifted and stared at the door as she heard a knock, the sort of stare that made it clear that she expected a parent to burst through it a second later, see what she was doing, and unleash all holy heck on her for it, or, even worse, bring in the baby. So when that knock was then followed by the promise of breakfast, well...

She gasped, excitedly, looking at Pancakes as if to confirm that she'd heard it, too. "Breakfast!" she said, pulling herself up to her feet and hurrying over to the door to open it. "Good, because I'm--"

She opened the door, took one look out of it to see that it was not her mom and dad, blinked, and then said, "Oh, crap! That's not right! You're not supposed to just open the door!" and promptly slammed it shut again.

A moment later, and a clearing of her throat, and she then called out, "Yes? Who is it?"

Stark was definitely not bringing over any babies.

"It's me," he said after a moment of staring blankly at the door that had just slammed in his face and trying to process the slam and the sight of the small child who had done the slamming. "It's Stark. May I come in?"

GOOD. Babies were the worst, and were smelly and poopy, and ruined pretty much everything.

In her experience, anyway, which, admittedly, was not a lot, but still! Babies were dumb and lame, especially ones with stupid names like Morty!

"Mmmmm," Summer hummed thoughtfully. "No. I don't know you, and my parents aren't ho---errr, I mean! Crap!"

You weren't supposed to tell people your parents weren't home, because then they knew you'd be alone and could kidnap you!

"My parents are busy right now."

She was super good at this home-alone-in-a-new-place things!

"But if you want, you can leave the breakfast for me and Missus Kitty-Cat and we'll get it once it's safe after you leave. Wait. Unless you poisoned it. Or put razor blades in it, like Halloween candy. Did you lace it with drugs? The news said some people lace Halloween candy with drugs, too."

"You've met me, Summer," Stark said, trying not to sigh. "We've met. You drew me a picture of my wedding. It's on my refrigerator. It's a very gross wedding."

He shook his head. "I promise I didn't put anything in your breakfast. Only breakfast things. There's a sandwich and there's a hashbrown. I don't have any drugs or any or any razorblades to put in food. I wouldn't do that to food. Or to you."

Summer squinted a little at the door. She did sort of vaguely remember drawing something like that before, but these kinds of things were a little hazy and weird on what did and did not get retained from one iteration to the next. She considered this conundrum for a moment and the fact that she was kind of hungry and that sounded really good right now.

"Okay," she said, "if you've met me before, then what's my favorite color?"

"Pink," Stark said quickly. "Of course it's pink. The sandwich has bacon on it, if that helps? And I have two. One for each of us. You can pick which one you like if you're worried I did something to them but I promise I didn't I wouldn't do that."

"That was an easy one, though," Summer pointed out loftily. "So now you have to tell me, what's my favorite aminal? And what about Missus Kitty-Cat? She needs a breakfast sandwich with bacon, too!"

"I will share with the cat," Stark said. "Her name is Pancakes, you know. And...you like horses, I think? Because of your mother?"

He really hoped he had that right.

"It is horses," Summer confirmed, although her nose wrinkled at the rest of what he said. "But not because of my mother."

It was totally because of her mother.

"But, since you know so much, Mr. Breakfast, what is my mother's name? And my dad? And my stupid baby brother's? Also, who names a cat Pancakes? Pancakes is a food, not a name."

She thought she was done, so there was a pause, before she then added, "Did you bring pancakes? Or can you make some? I might let you in if there were pancakes."

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"Your mother is...Beth," Stark said. He hadn't realized there would be a test this morning!

"And your father is Jerry and your grandfather is Rick and your brother is Morty and I didn't bring pancakes. I could get you some pancakes? Or...I guess I could make some...I haven't made pancakes in a long time."

Stark. This was Summer. There was always a test.

And he'd, apparently, failed.

"Ehhhhhch!" said Summer, doing her best imitation of the most annoying game show buzzer in the world. "Wrong! My grampa's name is Leonard, I don't even know a Rick!"

He was, after all, Not to be Spoken Of at this point in her life.

"But," she allowed, "you did get everyone else, so if you come back with pancakes, you can come in."

"I've met him," Stark protested. "And if I leave to get pancakes then the sandwiches and potatoes will be cold and the potatoes aren't good cold! I don't want to give you gross food. Maybe there could be pancakes later? Or pizza?"

"Oooh," said Summer, "what about pizza pancakes?"

Well, it was good to know that all this, apparently, started early, right?

"Pancakes with pizza sauce?" Stark asked the door. "Or pancakes that look like pizza? We could put breakfast things on top of Pancakes to look like pizza. "

"You could do......" There was a pause as Summer thought about it, tapping her chin and everything, "....peanut butter for the sauce, and, like M&Ms would be like pepperonis, and sprinkles could be like the cheese! No! Cookies are pepperonis, M&Ms are olives, and pineapple is just pineapple, even though pineapple on pizza is gross!"

But on pancake pizza? That just made sense!

"There might be some of those things in the kitchen," Stark said. "We could look if you like?"

Part of him was sure that Summer would be fine on her own because she was Summer even if she was tiny. Part of him was concerned though because she was tiny even if she was Summer.

MHA #4; Saturday Morning [11/18].

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