25 Unicorn Street, Friday Afternoon
Thanksgiving had been a miraculously smooth affair for Clint and Kitty. At least, Clint thought it was miraculous since going to Kitty's world for a visit didn't always go the way they hoped it would. But, there had been relative peace around the table at Utopia, no one had tried to attack the X-Men, and they'd come home to Fandom with a bunch of leftovers that Clint was currently digging into.
"Sorry buddy, but potatoes aren't for dogs," he said as Lucky circled around his feet. He'd have to give him a treat later to make up for this slight.
[For the wife!]
"Sorry buddy, but potatoes aren't for dogs," he said as Lucky circled around his feet. He'd have to give him a treat later to make up for this slight.
[For the wife!]