25 Unicorn Street- Saturday morning

[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't given much thought to what weekend it was, so it was just another morning when she finally got up. She went downstairs, put on some coffee and fed the dogs, and then stood at the counter to try and make the coffee brew faster with the power of her mind.

Yep, just your typical Saturday so far.

[For the husband, and tiny people!]

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[so_hawkward]

Clint stumbled downstairs not too long after, his hair still going in about four different directions as he followed the good smell. "Coffee?" he said coherently.

[throughaphase]

"It's happening," she promised, smiling as she looked over at him. "Aren't you adorable."

[so_hawkward]

Clint made a humming noise and tried to flatten his hair, since Kitty had a different definition of adorable than he did. "Why can't we just make coffee instantly? Like, you hit a button and poof, immediate coffee?"

[throughaphase]

"I think in some places that's called a Keurig," she said, going to pull a couple of mugs out of the cabinet. "Otherwise... Who knows, I could always develop a coffee-related secondary mutation."

[so_hawkward]

"I should have a coffee mutation. That'd be the best," Clint said, laughing.

[throughaphase]

"Could always bring a coffee pot to a radioactive site and see what happens," Kitty teased.

And then, "Please don't actually do that."

[so_hawkward]

"See, this is what married life does, you ruin all my fun before I can even have it," Clint said, snickering.

[throughaphase]

"I know, I'm the worst," she said as the coffee stopped dripping and she poured him a cup. "But I can give you this, so."

This was one way to get him to not drink out of the coffee pot.

[so_hawkward]

She really knew him way too well. "Mmmm, you're the best wife I've ever had," he teased.

[throughaphase]

"Damn straight," Kitty grinned, pouring a cup for herself. "Any big plans today?"

That would be ruined by the appearance of a house full of children.

[so_hawkward]

"Just checking on stuff at the gym, digging myself out of all the emails I didn't bother reading this week, the usual," Clint said with a shrug. "I mean, we could also go back to bed for a while, unless you have plans."

[throughaphase]

"Bed is totally a plan," Kitty said quickly. "Or bed can be a plan later."