5th floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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It was breakfast time, as far as this weetiny alien was concerned, and that meant fixing his own. As usual.

He was in the kitchen, trying to reach up to a counter designed for taller people than him and make pancakes.

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Ino poked her head in the common room after leaving Annette's room, looking to swipe some juice before heading outside, and grinned.

"Hiiiiii!"

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"Hi", he returned, with a small smile in return.

...hey, most people wouldn't even have got that.

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"What're you doing?" Ino wandered in, almost bouncing.

Her breakfast had been chocolate; she was allowed to bounce.

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"Making pancakes", he said matter of factly. "You want some?"

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"Okay!" Ino beamed at him. "I've got chocolate! Do you want some of that?"

Sharing was important!

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"I'm not s'posed to have chocolate in the morning." That was something he'd picked up from somewhere not-Hank. "...okay."

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"Daddy says that too," Ino said, digging in her pockets and coming up with a chocolate bar. She offered it to him. "But Daddy's not here, so it's okay."

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"Nor's Hank. But Hank wouldn't care, 's Missis Evans that says chocolate's bad."

He accepted the bar.

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"It's okay on vacation! We can pretend that's why we're here!" Ino said, beaming. "It's not bad at all!"

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"We're at school", he pointed out, unwrapping it anyway. "Not vacation."

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"We're not at home," Ino pointed out, "it counts as vacation to me."

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"Guess", Michael allowed. "What're you doing today?"

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"Playing!" She said brightly, doing a little spin. "I'm going to go outside after and see who all wants to play with me! And then I wanna go into town and explore."

Ino beamed. "And tonight's a sleepover night!"

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*Hop*Squip*

*Hop*Squip*

It was amazing how fast a tadpole could move when one wanted to. And this tadpole was hungry! For breakfasts!

[Hi!] he called out to anyone within earshot. He didn't know how to speak Grown Up, or even English yet so it sounded like baby talk.

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Michael peered cautiously over the counter.

"...hi."

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Robin hopped over, and began trying to hop up to the top of the counter. It wasn't working.

[Whatcha doing?]

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"You want some breakfast?" he hazarded. "I don't know if you... eat."

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Robin knew there was a language barrier. But everyone understood nodding and and gleeful sounds right?

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Pretty much. Michael couldn't help laughing a little.

"Okay. I'm making pancakes."

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"Yeeee!!" He still wasn't able to get up to the counter, so instead he went over, and hopped up onto a chair, and from there to the table. He wanted to help, but wasn't sure how.

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Michael, for all his young age, was notably not making any mess. He'd learned better.

"You want to find the syrup for me?"

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Robin nodded eagerly, and through a series of hops, from the table to the trashcan lid to the handle of the fridge, and swinging up to the counter. Well he didn't quite make the surface, but he caught the edge, and pulled himself up.

Now, where would the syrup be hiding?

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"Try in the cupboards", Michael suggested, busy with the batter.

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Robin saluted and managed to hop up to grab hold of the handle of one of the doors, and used his tail to push off, pulling the door open. Hmm, nope, no syrup in here.

The next one yielded better results.

[Look! Syrup! Oop!] In his excitement, he lost his grip and fell into the sink.

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Michael blinked, turning away from his pan for a moment to peer into the sink.

"You okay down there?"