Kiki Aunt Iki deserved breakfast. Wee!Wilson had deemed this to be so upon waking in the big bed with his wee!companion and after some chatter that would have been thoroughly incomprensible to any adult but which made perfect sense to the wees, they wriggled out of the bed and set about thier mission
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Patting Phale he chattered softly to the wee!angel gently instructing his friend to stay with Kiki and help her feel better. Then, he was off... a toddler on a mission.
Wilson had enough sense, or perhaps he was gently touched with enough sense not to try to work the stove on his own. Instead his little feet pattered back and forth, through the flour and the egg and the batter on the floor as he moved behind the counters.
Very gradually, three bowls appeared on the table, then three spoons, then three little plates. A chair was dragged off behind the counter and Wilson used it to crawl -literally- up into the upper cabinets. By standing on the counter, with one small foot on the toaster oven, he could reach the boxes of cereal. Then, back down with the agility of a little monkey, he brought the boxes to the table.
Next up, fruit. An apple, a banana and an orange were carefully hugged under his chin as he marched them over and set them out. Then finally, he wrestled the gallon of milk over to the table.
Standing there, he frowned in wee!concentration.
"Juse, Juse!" He exclaimed and after some more cabinet climbing, three glasses and a carton of orange juice appeared.
Standing back, he surveyed the spread and then beamed at Kiki and Phale.
"Bwekfest!"
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She looked for a clean spot on each of their heads, failed, and gave them each a kiss on the forehead anyway before Wilson tottered off to arrange the rest of breakfast.
When Wilson had finished setting out the breakfast, Kiki said from her seat against the leg beneath the table, "We're not eating in the super special secret fort? We're being grown-ups today? That's good, too!"
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Once their little picnic was all arranged, the wee!angel realized that they'd forgotten a very important element, and after careful inspection of all the drawers produced three napkins. Which might have seemed pointless considering the state of the kitchen and the three people in it, but Aziraphale had always been something of a neat freak.
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Too cute, really!
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And onto the floor around the bowl.
"Ohno," he said, setting the box down and then attempting to scoop the excess cereal back into it.
Wilson giggled, although he hadn't been that much more successful with his cereal attempts. He'd gotten up to the adding-milk step, although he hadn't quite managed yet to get the cap off the bottle.
Which was probably a good thing.
[ooc: Back to you, Kiki!mun, I think. :)]
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And this place? Had been of that category of spotlessness that was commonly described as "clean enough to eat off the floor," so Kiki didn't have much of an issue with Azzy putting all the spilled cereal back. "Thank you for cleaning those up!" she smiled at Azzy proudly.
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Kiki had a feeling that most of the milk would end up on the floor, but interestingly enough, that didn't really bother her too much right now. She was finding it pleasant enough to hide out here in the fort with these two cute former guardians.
This did, she reflected, kind of put an interesting kink in the familial relationships.
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And then, while his little friend was distracting by Kiki's opening the milk for him, the wee!angel sneakily scooped up a handful of cereal and threw it at Wilson.
Cereal was almost as much fun to throw as flour!
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Well, a cereal attack could not go unanswered!!
So, we all know that wee!angel's don't like bath water on their wings, how do they feel about a gallon of milk?
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Letting out a little squeal, Aziraphale tucked his wings flat against his back and covered his head with his wee little arms, even as he looked around for something to retaliate with.
Hm...if a handful of cereal was good for throwing, then a whole bowl would be even better. Grabbing up his bowl, which luckily didn't yet have any milk in it, he upended the entire thing over the top of Wilson's head.
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Instead she held out her bowl and attempted to catch some of the cereal and milk that was flying around. Perhaps she could get some breakfast that way.
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"Iki, ceral." He said and after one of those unique moments of communication between toddlers the two little boys stopped wrestling about and very solicitously found some cereal -Kiki didn't mind that it had been on the floor at one point, right?- and some milk into her bowl.
Then, Wilson gave Phale a little tug and after further communication, the two wees! set about trying to clean up. They, got it half right...but the other half...err... well...
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"Kaykay, Iki."
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